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.

finished copying 'A Mother's Love' a hundred times. Can you

Timothy had called and told him-rather sternly-to 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 him and even made the trip from the city just to sit with him while he

expression softened. He ruffled Henry's hair. "You did great. Was it tiring? Is there

shook his head. "I'm not tired. Miss Sheila sat with me and copied it a hundred times too. If you want to give

out of Timothy's arms and snuggled up to

But you, young man, your handwriting is so neat,

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

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

He agreed.

over

made plans with Sheila for the amusement park, and now that Dad would be joining them, it

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

Henry clung to Sheila, insisting she

was about to call after Sheila, wanting to mention

her. But the words stuck in his throat. Better to wait until everything was certain before saying anything-no need to raise expectations only to have things

went upstairs, Timothy picked up Henry's