Goodbye, Mr. Regret

She wandered through the exhibition, admiring Ines's creations-some were flat illustrations, others 3D models, a few so lifelike they could have drawn breath, and all sorts of imaginative merchandise lining the shelves.

Around her, students mingled in elaborate cosplay, their costumes transforming the crowded hall into a moving, vibrant tableau. The place was packed, buzzing with excitement.

Eventually, Jessica managed to squeeze her way through the throng and escape to the restroom. As she stepped back out, she caught sight of Timothy standing beside Ines.

"Mr. Lawson, I appreciate your investment in this national tour, but when it comes to taking on students, I only have two criteria: talent and spirit. I've reviewed Miss Howard's work, and, unfortunately, she doesn't meet my standards. I'm sorry."

So Ines was here at Timothy's invitation. And clearly, it was for Sheila's sake.

"Talent and spirit-those are rather vague, Ines. Could you be more specific?" Timothy pressed, still fighting for Sheila's chance.

Ines replied, "There's a piece in this exhibit that hasn't been revealed to the public yet. I'll be introducing it shortly. Take a look, and you'll understand what I mean by talent and spirit."

spoke so highly of it, the piece must be something extraordinary. She couldn't wait to

to

ten minutes later, Ines reappeared, accompanied

possibilities. As one of its leading figures, Ines had committed herself to nurturing and advancing the field, always pushing for both innovation and

came to her own, she was just as candid, pointing out both strengths

just an animation mentor-she embodied the true spirit of a

thoughts drifted

was her grandmother who had taught her

her voice, her grandmother took her to countless doctors, desperate for a cure. Eventually, they heard of a physician who promised a miracle-if they could pay a staggering sum. For a traditional artisan, ten thousand dollars was unimaginable, but her grandmother worked herself to exhaustion, taking odd jobs wherever she could, day and night, until

the first visit, money

much; guilt and grief weighed her down until she fell ill and, not