Nsjw AI 语音生成器，来自 Fish Audio

The desert sun hung like a brass coin in the cloudless sky, beating down on the weathered boardwalk. Sarah Matthews stood in the shadow of the general store, her cotton dress heavy with dust, watching as riders approached through the shimmering heat waves.

When I was 14, I broke my arm at soccer practice. My mom was at a wine tasting event when the coach called. She told him to just drop me at the emergency room and said she'd check on me tomorrow. I sat there alone for six hours.

When I was 14, I collapsed during track practice. My dad was supposed to pick me up, but he was at a business dinner. The coach called an ambulance while I lay there alone. My parents showed up three hours later, after dessert.

When I was 14, I broke my arm at soccer practice. My mom was at a wine tasting downtown and wouldn't answer her phone. The coach drove me to the ER himself. She finally showed up three hours later, complained about missing her event.

Mother's birthday celebration felt like another opportunity for comparison. While Jessica showcased her promotion at the law firm, I sat quietly, watching Father beam with pride. The crystal glasses clinked, each sound emphasizing my perceived failures.

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, and my parents didn't show up until three hours later. They were at a wine tasting.

When I was twelve, I fell off my bike and broke my arm in three places. My dad was supposed to pick me up from the emergency room, but he was at a golf tournament. The nurse kept saying he'd come soon, but he never did.

Every day I wake up with the knowledge that somewhere, someone equally deserving lacks the opportunities I've been given. This isn't just about gratitude - it's about responsibility. My mother taught me that privilege comes with duty, and I intend to honor that lesson through action.