Abstract

" Priscilla, don't worry my little darling. Everything will be fine. Please don't cry." said her mother while gently rubbing the little girl's shoulder. Priscilla, rubbing her small green eyes, now red from crying, mumbled quietly," I don't know what to do. No one will believe my story anymore." At that moment, the door opened and the big son of the family came in. Not caring about his sister's tears, John was shouting with anger:“I don't know what do to. No one will believe my story anymore.” His mother slowly raised her head and looking straight at his eyes and quietly said,“It is all my fault" said guiltily. Now the little girl stopped crying and John, looking calmer, held the wrinkled hands of their mother and opposed her sincerely,“No, it is all our fault."

Date

October 12, 2025

Authors

Murtaza Bulut, Shrikanth Narayanan, Lewis Johnson

Journal

Text to Speech Synthesis: New Paradigms and Advances

Pages

175

Publisher

Prentice-Hall PTR