text_original: Unfortunately, the strain undermined my mother's health, and she became gradually weaker. Sickness, like a cankerworm, was gnawing at her life, and dragging her towards the tomb. Well could I see what she was enduring, what she was suffering. Yes, it all lay open to my eyes.
text_transcription: UNFORTUNATELY THE STRAIN UNDERMINED MY MOTHER'S HEALTH AND SHE BECAME GRADUALLY WEAKER SICKNESS LIKE A CANKER WORM WAS GNAWING AT HER LIFE AND DRAGGING HER TOWARDS THE TOMB WELL COULD I SEE WHAT SHE WAS ENDURING WHAT SHE WAS SUFFERING YES IT ALL LAY OPEN TO MY EYES
phonemes: ʌnfˈɔːɹtʃənətli, ðə stɹˈeɪn ˌʌndɚmˈaɪnd maɪ mˈʌðɚz hˈɛlθ, ænd ʃiː bɪkˌeɪm ɡɹˈædʒuːəli wˈiːkɚ. sˈɪknəs, lˈaɪk ɐ kˈæŋkɚwˌɜːm, wʌz nˈɔːɪŋ æt hɜː lˈaɪf, ænd dɹˈæɡɪŋ hɜː təwˈɔːɹdz ðə tˈuːm. wˈɛl kʊd aɪ sˈiː wʌt ʃiː wʌz ɛndˈʊɹɹɪŋ, wˌʌt ʃiː wʌz sˈʌfɚɹɪŋ. jˈɛs, ɪɾ ˈɔːl lˈeɪ ˈoʊpən tə maɪ ˈaɪz.