Yoise1 AIボイスジェネレーター by Fish Audio

When I was 12, I fell off my bike and broke my arm in three places. My dad was supposed to pick me up from the hospital, but he was at a golf tournament. The nurse kept saying he'd come soon, but he showed up two days later.

Welcome to" Pieces of My Journey" — a glimpse of how simple moments shape my day. Life isn’t always about big events. Sometimes, it’s the small, ordinary things that make it extraordinary.

When I was 12, I broke my arm at gymnastics practice. My dad was supposed to pick me up, but he was at a business dinner. The coach drove me to the ER while I called my parents repeatedly. Mom texted back three hours later asking if I needed anything.

Autumn leaves dance like memories through the garden, each one carrying a whisper of yesterday. In their gentle descent, I find pieces of our shared moments, transformed but never truly gone. Time, like the seasons, doesn't erase love—it simply gives it new wings.

We watch the rain fall and call it sadness, a sky weeping for our losses. But clouds don't feel grief; they simply grow heavy. We project our broken hearts onto the weather because silence is too loud. Sometimes there is no message, just water hitting the ground.

The field is velvet emerald green near the large silver pond. The tall grass is golden straw, ribbon yellow mixed. The small birds are strain velvet black color. That is clouds are heavy cream white.

Been sitting here watching the clouds go by through my window. Getting kinda used to being by myself these days. Sometimes I wonder what everyone else is doing, but mostly just thinking bout stuff.

When I was 14, I broke my arm at gymnastics practice. My dad was supposed to pick me up, but he was at a business dinner. The coach called three times before he answered, and his response was "Can't someone else handle it?"