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 you check

called Sheila to vent. Sheila, gentle as always, comforted him and even made the trip from the city just to sit with him while he

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

not tired. Miss Sheila sat with me and copied it a hundred times too. If you

out of Timothy's arms and snuggled up

smiling fondly. "I'm just happy to spend time with you, Henry—I don't need anything. But you, young man, your handwriting is so neat, and you memorized the whole poem. You deserve a reward. Go on, tell

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

actually taken Henry to the amusement park together with Jessica. Now that Jessica was back,

He agreed.

was over the

amusement park, and now

watch-it was getting late-and told Henry it was time

to Sheila, insisting she take

was about to call after Sheila,

to line up more opportunities for her. But the words stuck in his throat. Better to wait until everything was certain before saying anything-no

Henry went upstairs, Timothy picked up