Robert Wilder Read
Description
Vocal Characteristics
Language
EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
Antonio Roca. After months of very little repose, my wife and I grew irritable, barking at each other about everything from whose turn it was to sing. I see the moon tow our daughter at 3 a.m. To who in our sleepwalking states had placed the baby monitor in the fridge next to the long for gotten bottle of white wine. We bought a crib from a couple we knew and tried to relocate our daughter from our bed into the new digs. But as soon as she saw her new gated community of one, she wailed like a banshee. Since my wife and I were both sleepy and cowardly, we moved her back in with us. Mama, our daughter yelled. We crouched down even lower, as if she had one of those thermal imaging machines the cops used to see through the walls of homes rented by violent felons. She abandoned what little speech she possessed and regress to primal screams and cries, the kind we hadn't heard for months below the whales. We listened to her, rattled the bars of her wooden cage. My wife, eyes closed, whispered softly to herself, even though she was raised Catholic among Mormons in Utah. My wife is usually not someone who speaks freely to the Lord. Should I pray to? I asked her in what I believed was a spousal bonding moment. She opened her eyes. Pray I'm swearing, you idiot, she said. And I could recognize the mother tongue clearly now.