Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Soon, the rumble of a car engine drifted in from outside.

Jessica emerged from the bathroom, having just brushed her teeth.

Henry was standing in her room, his small face scrunched up in a look of reproach.

She glanced at Henry with indifference, then walked over to the sitting area, poured herself a glass of milk, and opened her laptop to read the script Mr. Smith had sent her.

She acted as though Henry wasn't even there.

Henry couldn't believe it.

He'd come all the way to his mom's room-and she was treating him like thin air!

Fuming, he marched over and slammed the laptop shut.

"Mom, why are you ignoring me?"

Only then did Jessica look up, meeting Henry's furious eyes.

she pay attention to him? He had already made it clear he

did you embarrass me at the craft competition? I'm your son! Did you really

to me like Miss Sheila? You weren't like this before— what's gotten

years married to Dad,

to finally have

all his pent-up frustration in a

were now just two separate people. Once the marriage ended, they

But Henry was different.

carried for

bond between mother and son was permanent, unbreakable, no matter what happened between her and Timothy. Even if

"If you hadn't tried to deceive people, how would you have lost face? A person of integrity, who truly understands gratitude, is admired and respected by others. Tell me, are

was left speechless

he couldn't hold it in anymore and shouted, "It's all because you're a mute! If you weren't mute, I wouldn't have let

Smack-

furious and resolute. "A loyal dog never despises a poor home, and a son never scorns his mother. You can make a craft about gratitude, but you're ashamed because