metamorphosis

III1956

'Altschmerz,' a hushed tone could be heard. 'It is altschmerz, the word is altschmerz,' it repeats.

Celia gives way to a sullen expression, usually not irritable, however, this day was not going easy on her. 'Shut it,' she snaps. 'Celia, what did you just say? How could you say that to your mother?' the voice now no longer hushed. 'Sorry, I didn't mean it. But what are you doing in here?' Celia questions. 'Same thing I could ask you dear,' she laughs. 'Studying, I was studying,' it came out as a crisp reply, some may consider to be crude. Mother acted like her sharp tones didn't get to her, instead, she let a soft look pass. As if Mother's gaze was not enough to gain Celia's attention, her current thoughts proving to be huge distractions, with one quick action, she stands up abruptly- almost flipping her chair over. 'How can I deviate from my path, I do not want to go anywhere, I do not,' she chants. Mother lays her arm on the table, subsequently creating an arm rest. She sighs, turning her gaze to a pile of relics. With Celia distracted, she grabs an armful from the stack and proceeds to pursue every one of them. 'A week ago?' she wonders.

may 7th, 1956. 12:38PM

what has father been up to lately? i knew he was a strange man

but never before did he disappear in the wee hours of the night. i would like to ask mother about it, but i just cannot pluck up the courage to. no, its not that, everytime father disappears, mother is gone too.

instead of practising her hymns, she has been disappearing a lot. why? your daughter would like to know too >:(

i miss showing off mother's believes to my classmates, every time i told her stories about my sharings, she would laugh, that harmonious, melodic laugh i miss hearing. i want to practice hymns with her again.

why are they acting so weird?

'Hey, mother? I've been wanting to ask you something-', just as Celia turns around, Mother stands up. 'Sorry dear, I have got to go for now, I will come back soon,' with that, she plants a kiss on Celia's forehead and takes a leave. Walking down the main hall, she bites her lip, anxiously, she grips tightly to Celia's stolen relic, trying to force her tears to defy gravity.