Chapter IV

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Orphic(adj

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Orphic
(adj.) mysterious and entrancing: beyond ordinary understanding

) mysterious and entrancing: beyond ordinary understanding

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That night I was eating dinner at the table, a rare occurrence when Dad came home

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That night I was eating dinner at the table, a rare occurrence when Dad came home. It was eight pm when he strolled through the door. He shrugged off his coat and hung it beside the door. His mind must not have registered that I was actually sitting in the kitchen because he didn't acknowledge me at all, as he walked around with his eyes barely open. I was tempted to just come out and say 'Hi Dad' but I wanted to see how long it took him to notice me. First, he warmed up the food on the stove, then he poured himself some wine after he took some cutlery from the drawer. Like a zombie, he moved towards me. I was confused as to why he hasn't seen me yet, he was looking right at me. Then what he did next shocked me. He bent down to sit on the chair. Did I forget to mention I was sitting on the chair? I've always felt invisible, but this was on another level. Figuring it was time to let him out of his daydream before he sat on me, I called out to him. " Umm...Dad, what are you doing? I questioned. As if a bucket of freezing, cold water had been dropped on him, he shot up like a bullet. In contrast to a few seconds ago, his eyes were wide open in shock.

"Danae what are you doing here?" He asked with his voice raised in shock as if I appeared out of thin air. Damn. He must be working himself harder than I thought.

" I was just eating dinner!" I told him.

"But you never eat dinner downstairs!" He countered childishly, which was very unlike him. The shock must have worn off as his normal, tired face had reappeared. Rubbing his face, he sat on the chair across from me. He looked worn down and drained. The bags under his eyes could even surpass mine, which was difficult to achieve. They looked as if they were carrying the weight of the world. For all I knew they could be, I've never asked.

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