Бесплатный генератор AI голосов Patricia от Fish Audio

The rain fell softly that morning, just like her tears had fallen the day she left. I stood by the window, watching droplets trace paths down the glass, each one carrying a memory of us. The silence in the room was deafening, filled with echoes of promises we couldn't keep.

The hardest part about growing older is watching your father's strength fade away. The man who could fix anything, lift everything, now struggles with simple tasks. You realize time is stealing pieces of him, and all you can do is hold his hand and remember who he used to be.

Everything just feels... empty now. The days drag on, each moment heavier than the last. I sit here, staring at old photographs, wondering where all the color went. Sometimes... sometimes I can barely remember what happiness felt like.

I see you've changed your profile picture again, replacing our memories with new ones. Every notification shows me you're moving on while I'm stuck here, remembering us. Why do you keep viewing my stories if you don't want me anymore?

Yesterday, my daughter Sarah called to say she couldn't make it for Christmas dinner. The turkey I spent $85 on, the new tablecloth, the handmade decorations - all sitting here unused. I keep staring at her empty chair, remembering all the holidays when she was little.

I traced my fingers over the brass nameplate on the memorial wall, feeling each engraved letter. Twenty-seven names from our unit, each one representing not just a soldier, but Sunday dinners, Christmas mornings, and front porch conversations that would never happen again.

Sometimes I just sit here and, like, wonder if people really want me around, you know? I try to be better, but maybe I'm just, I don't know, too much for them. They smile but I can tell they're tired of me.

Have you ever noticed how memories of you differ in everyone's mind? Some remember the laugh you shared last summer, others recall the tears you shed in winter. Each moment creates a new fragment of you, scattered across time like stars in the night sky. Strange, isn't it?