Omen - [EDITING]

[ Lost Serendipity ]

Today's class is a replacement despite the public holiday held last time. This time, I didn't feel the need to doze off as this class holds the most credits and less work. Cognitive Psychology was a work of quality over quantity, one that I admired compared to the stacks of never-ending assignments. 

I began to take interest in the field of learning about the human mind and how we perceive things ever since the house was empty. I wanted to learn in=depth about a person's obsession and dedication towards something. I wanted to find out how I could infatuate myself with a career, although the paths are many. 

It's quite impossible for me to choose. I wanted everything to go perfect, to bring my Father home. I've been trying everything that would catch his attention, just like how a child would act in front of a busy parent. They would sometimes dismiss it as something of a phrase that we'd go through. They'd probably assume that once brushed away, it will stay away.

I know Father is not the type to be like that, but why ... I don't know.  

Hei Ryung had brought me a store-bought ice cream before classes began. It had rendered me speechless, but she said it was packed as to what happened yesterday. They had lined up for quite some time than the usual waiting line and mentioned that it really wasn't worth the try. We were college students and were trying our best to save money. 

It could be considered as a once in a lifetime experience, but there were many other opportunities out there. I try to grow and develop a character of independence. I've always thought of my own future and mostly it included my Father coming back home. 

Even if his work compensated into a two-story house that I live in right now, I wasn't really that happy. I am thankful for the proper shelter and quality food that I could prepare at home. I was grateful that I had lived to a sunny day. It felt great to be at college, no matter how others would complain it to be stressful.

They haven't seen the suffering children around the world. There were the orphans, the poor, the homeless, the disabled, the weak, the grateful and many others that were not at the top of my head. The ice cream store costs a lot only for one scoop, no matter how appetizing and beatific it was.

Sul Hee had regretted buying a dessert worth past her strict budget. She was too excited that she had ordered the wrong one without even looking at the price. 

"Through the eyes of the human mind, one perceives differently than the others. You would have a group of type A, the others type B and the alphabet goes on. Conflicts and wars wage endlessly back in the older days, which are sometimes the cause of these aspects."

Father was never home and the same goes for Mother.

Father works as an in-depth researcher, specifically in the scientific services. He has never been clear about what research he's doing. All I could grasp about his work is the thorough understanding of developing predators. I'm unsure if he's lying to me, but I can only pray that he'd return for just a few weeks. 

Another connection that forces Father to clearly be obsessed with his research and to forget that his daughter ever exists was the brutal accident of my Mother. I'm twenty years old now and the event occurred when I was 8 years old. 

For the first few years, Father had come home regularly to check up on me. He had watched over me whenever his work didn't pile up like a mountain. He cooked for me and even ordered a take out when he was exhausted. I did most of the house chores, which weren't a heavy task since he's barely home.

His presence began to fade the moment puberty came for me. I grew up to have a tomboy characteristic. I was bullied back then in high school, but I didn't care. My grades were my priority and if grades could kill, I'd be at the top of the world compared to those bullies.