[Oh, god, hang on- ]

It's not like he murdered her, and she didn't...decide to die over him or anything. It's just that she was...

[vague...gesturing. he hadn't really understood it at the time, and he's not too sure he understands it now.]

She was really sick all the time? I've had to take care of her since I was a little kid. She always tried to do right by me, though, and she couldn't afford treatment 'cause she had me.

[...It's probably closer to "they were destitute and she couldn't afford treatment, fullstop", but that's always how he's seen it. She could have afforded it if she didn't have to pay for him to stay alive, too.]

She liked to talk a lot about what it would be like when my dad came back. She said he was rich, working for the military overseas. That maybe he'd take us back to America with him someday. No more poverty, no more medical bills, no more missing him because he wasn't around. He'd take care of us and everything would be great. Only that never happened, so I took up work to help pay for things. It just...wasn't enough.

So now here I am, and I'm fucked up and both of them are dead.