Goodbye, Mr. Regret

After the nurse left the room, Henry finally let go of Sheila.

"Miss Sheila, I'm sorry. That nurse is actually my classmate's mom. I didn't want my classmate to find out about my mom, so I pretended you were my mother. Are you mad at me?"

Sheila squeezed Henry's little nose, smiling. "Of course I'm not mad. But, Henry, what you did wasn't right. No matter what, you shouldn't turn your back on your own mom. Do you understand?"

Henry pouted, his voice tinged with hurt. "She never comes home. She doesn't cook for me, and now, even though I'm sick, she still doesn't care..."

Thinking about Jessica, Henry's disappointment deepened, a trace of resentment flickering in his chest.

"Henry," Timothy's voice broke the silence.

Henry looked up.

"Sheila's right," Timothy said sternly. "You're her son. You can't just give up on your mother. You're still young, but if you start pretending now, that's a habit you'll need to change."

Sheila was momentarily taken aback. Last time Henry had said something like this, Timothy hadn't been so harsh. Back then, he'd said it was normal for a child to care about appearances as he grew up. But now...

Henry burst into tears, feeling

the one being unreasonable. She won't let Miss Sheila stay at our house, she never comes home, she doesn't cook for me, and even now that I'm sick, she

thoughts and

Maybe your mom's just busy right now. Grown-ups have a lot on their plates. Who

child, Timothy. If you have to correct him, do

still sobbing, his breath

feel a pang of guilt seeing their child

realized he might have been too harsh. Kids care about saving face-it's just how they are. With time, Henry would grow up and come to appreciate everything his mother had

Timothy held

Sheila carefully

be exhausted. Let me walk you back to your room so you can

when a child has a fever, it can come back in the middle of the

look after him. If it gets to be too much,

if you need anything, just