I will start from the beginning. My dad hadn't seen her for years since four or five (as my mom drove out for drunkenness and fattening) and didn't mock, no and no, and fuck him. Naturally, neither food nor gifts were seen. And here suddenly (five years ago), there were relatives on the father's line (thanks to social networks), relatives are normal, working people, but as they say in the family, not without wickedness. As the aunt writes to us, the wife of his brother, the father asks for my mother’s number. The number given, I wonder what he will say in so many years. And then it started... Yes, I only loved you all my life, and you are the best of all and so on (to say, he had a wife, who also safely washed him up). Then after the emotional outbreaks began, put money on the phone, then let me visit you, only I have no money, if you list me, I will come. And the question is why you need us in so many years, and also at our expense. It is bold enough!