Justblueblack AIボイスジェネレーター by Fish Audio

Yesterday was Thanksgiving, and I spent three hours preparing Tom's favorite apple pie, just like his grandmother used to make. When I brought it to the family dinner, he barely glanced at it. "Store-bought would've been fine, Mom," he said, crushing my heart again.

Sometimes I just sit here, staring at my phone, wanting to reach out to friends but feeling so, so empty inside. Even typing a simple message feels like climbing a mountain. Everything takes so much energy these days.

Here I am, standing at my grandson's graduation, watching him hug his other grandmother like she's the only one who matters. My purse still heavy with the check I wrote for his college fund. My heart aches, remembering all those nights I stayed up helping with homework, now just a forgotten memory.

I watch them laugh together, sharing moments I'll never be part of. Sometimes they glance my way, but it's always just a glance. I'm the shadow in their peripheral vision, the afterthought, the almost-invited, but never quite there.

You know, I miss the way things used to be, when everything felt right and simple. I keep looking at old photos and remembering all our happy moments, but it just makes everything hurt more. Sometimes I wonder if time really does heal everything, you know?

I'm so glad you girls stopped by, it’s been awfully quiet here since the locks were changed. I’ve got some leftover tuna salad if you're hungry, just move those legal papers off the chair. Twenty-four years and he leaves the cat behind, can you even believe that?

So like I really don't understand why people keep asking me about these things and I'm trying to figure it out but sometimes it's hard because girls my age are dealing with so much and I just feel confused about everything.

If my heart is the price for the glory of our name, then let it be broken. I am but a shadow in these halls, a pawn for the family’s reach. Very well, let the bells ring. When is my new life to begin?