Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Timothy walked over, concern etched on his face.

"What's wrong?"

"Timothy, talk to Henry for me, will you? I really have to go back home."

Sheila looked pale and anxious.

Timothy's voice grew gentle. "Is this about the news today?"

"Timothy, we..." Sheila turned away, struggling for words. "I don't want to be a burden to you anymore. My father just called-he's arranged a marriage for me. He wants me to come home and meet the man."

"Miss Sheila, please don't leave, okay? My teacher recommended me for the children's arts competition, and I want you there with me..."

Henry clung to Sheila's hand, his voice trembling with tears.

Sheila's eyes filled with tenderness. She knelt down and gently wiped away Henry's tears.

"Henry, it's not that I don't want to be there for you. I've already delayed my trip for days. Your great-grandfather keeps urging me to come back. But if I get the chance, I promise I'll visit again, alright?"

Henry turned hopefully toward Timothy.

brought Miss Sheila to school for the parent-child event, my classmates and teacher all thought she was my mom. If I go to

speak, but that's not her fault. If she knew you felt this way, it would break her heart. If you really don't want her to come, your dad or your aunt can go with

why don't you stay a little longer? Jessica can't speak,

"But..."

really don't want to cause you any

took hold of her suitcase and, without a word, wheeled it

Henry

don't start a fight with your family because of me. You know I'd feel awful if

down and looked at her, his gaze

Things aren't like they were

skipped

Was he saying...?

stay. Please, don't

hesitated, then finally relented. "Alright.

out for

but a moment later returned and went into the master bedroom.

balcony, watching as Timothy's Bentley

Three hours later.