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.

Love' a hundred times. Can

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 with him

He ruffled Henry's hair. "You did great. Was it tiring? Is there a reward you'd like? Name it, and

me and copied it a hundred times too. If you want

of Timothy's arms

young man, your handwriting is so neat, and you memorized

looked at Timothy. "Tomorrow's Saturday. I want you to take me to the

taken Henry to the amusement park together with Jessica. Now that Jessica was back, this was the perfect opportunity for

He agreed.

over the

park, and now that Dad would be joining them, it

was getting late-and

Henry clung to Sheila, insisting she

about to call after Sheila, wanting

stuck in his throat. Better to wait until everything was certain before saying anything-no need to raise expectations

Sheila and Henry went upstairs, Timothy picked