Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Lately, Sheila had spent most of her time with Henry. Whenever they ate together, Henry would comment that the same dish tasted much better when his mom made it.

If they passed by a woman on the street dressed in a style similar to his mother's, Henry would point it out, insisting that no one looked as nice as his mom in those clothes.

After all, Jessica was his real mother. But as Henry grew older, he started to worry that her inability to speak might make other people laugh at him.

Sheila understood, deep down, that no matter how much time she spent with Henry now, she could never compare to the years of deep affection between mother and son.

Winning Henry's heart completely would take time.

The truth was, Henry missed his mom too.

He felt like she'd changed lately, like she didn't care about him anymore.

So when Sheila suddenly brought up the subject, Henry remembered how his mother hadn't come to see him when he'd been in the hospital. The thought stung, leaving him feeling hurt and a little resentful.

What kind of mom acted like that?

"Miss Sheila, I'll call her right now and ask her to come home."

"Henry, you're the sweetest kid I know. So go on, figure out a way to bring your mom back home, okay?"

Normally, whenever he was sick or hurt, his mom would

Sheila, he was determined to find a way

way, Miss Sheila would come visit him again,

walked out to the balcony and used his smartwatch's chat app to make a

met up with Ines, who immediately took her hand and

buzzed with

her hand. "Go ahead and take your

her phone out of her bag. Her son's

call from

his regular messages, but she'd

on, answer it," Ines said, not knowing about everything going on at home. If Jessica ignored her

to worry, so

adorable, handsome face instantly

"Mom."

word sent a

standing beside her, Jessica forced a smile and gave Henry a

wave.