Goodbye, Mr. Regret

"Henry, you're amazing! You memorized it so quickly."

Sheila's voice was full of praise.

"That's because you're such a great teacher, Miss Sheila," Henry replied, his voice bright and cheerful.

Jessica's eyes immediately dimmed at the exchange.

Timothy, on the other hand, smiled with satisfaction and told Jessica to bring the suitcase inside.

He strode off toward the living room.

Jessica wheeled the suitcase into the bedroom, grabbed her pajamas, and headed for a shower.

She turned on the faucet; the steady rush of water was loud enough to drown out the laughter coming from the other room.

When Timothy returned, Henry ran over with an affectionate "Dad!"

Timothy sat down, and Henry quickly pulled out his notebook.

Mother's Love' a hundred times. Can you

had felt hurt by his father's tone and had called Sheila to vent. Sheila, gentle as always, comforted him and even made the trip from the city just to sit

great. Was it

head. "I'm not tired. Miss Sheila sat with me and copied it a hundred times

arms and

with you, Henry—I don't need anything. But you, young man, your handwriting is so neat, and you memorized

thought for a moment, then looked at Timothy. "Tomorrow's Saturday. I want you to take

Now that Jessica was back, this was the perfect opportunity for the three of them to go as a

He agreed.

over the

amusement park, and now that Dad would

getting late-and told Henry

to Sheila, insisting she take

to call after Sheila, wanting

up more opportunities for her. But the words stuck in his throat. Better to wait until everything was certain before saying

went upstairs, Timothy picked up