text_original: That morning of discouragement and poign  ant regret was the first of many such days. She can think of nothing but the brother she has left.
text_transcription: THAT MORNING OF DISCOURAGEMENT AND POIGNANT REGRET WAS THE FIRST OF MANY SUCH DAYS SHE CAN THINK OF NOTHING BUT THE BROTHER SHE HAS LEFT
phonemes: ðæt mˈɔːɹnɪŋ ʌv dɪskˈɜːɹɪdʒmənt ænd pˈɔɪnj ˈænt ɹᵻɡɹˈɛt wʌzðə fˈɜːst ʌv mˈɛni sˈʌtʃ dˈeɪz. ʃiː kæn θˈɪŋk ʌv nˈʌθɪŋ bˌʌt ðə bɹˈʌðɚ ʃiː hɐz lˈɛft.