The Daughter Allowed Only 10 Seconds of Voice Chapter 10

The Daughter Allowed Only 10 Seconds of Voice Chapter 10

But my family was still thinking about me.

Dad decided my page wasn’t complete and started hunting for recordings of me from my childhood onward.

From a solo performance at Pack preschool to the grainy video of my high school speech contest.

He contacted several professional audio restoration studios.

The first two turned him down after hearing the details.

The technician at the third said restored old audio might not sound good anyway, and the cost would be

high.

Dad said, “Restore all of it.”

A few months later, he sent me the link to the rebuilt Vale Family Archive.

The note had only a few words: “The website is done. Take a look when you can.”

I didn’t open the link, and I didn’t delete the message either.

Meanwhile, Mira’s speech anxiety had come back.

At Pack Academy, people had started mocking her for struggling to speak.

Her teacher contacted Mom, urging the family to arrange professional help again.

Strangely, this time Mom didn’t rush to Mira’s side.

She went into the study, found the recording of my high school speech contest, and started watching.

The tape had been made by the school, blurry and badly recorded.

There I was in a school uniform, reading a speech I’d written myself, about dreams.

The hall was full. When the camera swept the audience, the first three rows were packed.

No one from my family was there.

They hadn’t come that day.

Mom watched for a long time, dragged the progress bar back, and listened to my speech again.

And again.

The study door stayed open. Dad paused at the doorway and watched for a long time.

Mom sat alone in my room and watched that grainy recording all afternoon.