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

copy "A Mother's Love" a hundred times. Henry had felt hurt by his father's tone and had called Sheila to vent. Sheila, gentle as always, comforted

great. Was it tiring? Is there a reward you'd like? Name it, and

with me and copied it a hundred times too. If you want to give a reward, give it to Miss

Timothy's arms

her forehead against Henry's, 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

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

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

He agreed.

was over

amusement park, and now

his watch-it was getting late-and told Henry

to Sheila, insisting she take

Sheila, wanting to

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

Henry went upstairs, Timothy