When my father was ill and had to undergo surgery, I was left in the care of my uncle, a relative who lived far away. It seems that my uncle is of a race called Dokushin, so he is always mumbling to himself and is scary, and he fights one-sidedly at the TV many times. I don't usually take a bath, so my sweaty nose stinks and I hardly ever wash my clothes... The rice was also frozen from the supermarket and warmed up in the microwave. Also, the thing that scares me the most is when I pull down my pants and underpants in my futon night after night and freak out while yelling at my mother's picture. But your uncle's corpse is bigger and stinky than your dad's... I want to protect my mother...
