text_original: 'Where is your father?' I asked. 'He ran away and left us years ago,' answers my awkward little friend who has just left the room, speaking in that simple way of hers, with all the composure in the world. 'And your mother?'  'Dead.' She went up to the little mat plaiting girl as she gave that answer, and began playing with her long flaxen hair. 'Your sister, I suppose,' said I. 'What is her name?
text_transcription: WHERE IS YOUR FATHER I ASKED HE RAN AWAY AND LEFT US YEARS AGO ANSWERS MY AWKWARD LITTLE FRIEND WHO HAS JUST LEFT THE ROOM SPEAKING IN THAT SIMPLE WAY OF HERS WITH ALL THE COMPOSURE IN THE WORLD AND YOUR MOTHER DEAD SHE WENT UP TO THE LITTLE MAT PLAITING GIRL AS SHE GAVE THAT ANSWER AND BEGAN PLAYING WITH HER LONG FLAXEN HAIR YOUR SISTER I SUPPOSE SAID I WHAT IS HER NAME
phonemes: wˌɛɹ ɪz jʊɹ fˈɑːðɚ?aɪ ˈæskt. hiː ɹˈæn ɐwˈeɪ ænd lˈɛft ˌʌs jˈɪɹz ɐɡˈoʊ,ˈænsɚz maɪ ˈɔːkwɚd lˈɪɾəl fɹˈɛnd hˌuː hɐz dʒˈʌst lˈɛft ðə ɹˈuːm, spˈiːkɪŋ ɪn ðæt sˈɪmpəl wˈeɪ ʌv hˈɜːz, wɪð ˈɔːl ðə kəmpˈoʊʒɚɹ ɪnðə wˈɜːld. ænd jʊɹ mˈʌðɚ?dˈɛd.ʃiː wɛnt ˌʌp tə ðə lˈɪɾəl mˈæt plˈeɪɾɪŋ ɡˈɜːl æz ʃiː ɡˈeɪv ðæt ˈænsɚ, ænd bɪɡˈæn plˈeɪɪŋ wɪð hɜː lˈɔŋ flˈæksən hˈɛɹ. jʊɹ sˈɪstɚ, aɪ səpˈoʊz,sˈɛd ˈaɪ. wˌʌt ɪz hɜː nˈeɪm?