Générateur de Voix IA Eric par Fish Audio

Yvette, Please… just try to see where I’m coming from. What do you expect me to do when my life is falling apart? My bank is messed up, I’m going broke by the day, and I’m doing everything I can just to hold it together.

When you're young, you think you have all the time in the world. But I tell you, these days pass like morning dew in the sun. Take hold of each moment, for tomorrow is not promised to any of us.

Sitting here in this same old kitchen, drinking coffee from the same chipped mug I've had for thirty years. Every morning, the same routine, the same regrets. Until yesterday, when I finally realized: I'm still breathing. I'm still here.

I watch the light fade across the floorboards, tracing paths I’ve walked for decades. There’s a weight to the silence here, a heavy collection of moments I let slip away. I suppose some stories are meant to stay quiet, echoing only within these four walls until the very end.

The young clerk at the pharmacy counter kept calling me "sweetie" and "dear." I just stood there, my weathered veteran's ID in hand, remembering times when such words carried weight. Sometimes silence speaks louder than any response I could give.

I stare at the dust motes dancing in the light, realizing that even the smallest shadows have grown longer. It’s strange how being small makes everything else feel so much larger, especially the silence that stretches across the hallways where we used to run and laugh.

You see, we spend our lives waiting for the perfect moment to be happy. I waited seventy years for a tomorrow that never looked quite right. But tomorrow is a ghost, kid. All we ever really had was today, and I let too many of them slip away.

hello honey, I’m very disappointed in you……you totally abandoned me when I needed you the most!….