Goodbye, Mr. Regret

"Dad, look at this."

Timothy took the phone from Henry and glanced at the video account. A brand- new movie trailer had just been uploaded.

He asked hoarsely, "Is this your mother's account?"

"Looks like it is."

A shadow crossed Timothy's eyes. "Have you seen these before?"

Tears welled in Henry's eyes. "Yeah... I have. Every night, Mom would play me stories from this account. I... I just never realized..."

A wave of guilt crashed over him. He'd never truly understood what his mother had done for him.

Because she couldn't speak, she couldn't read him bedtime stories like other moms. So she found another way-she made these videos, just for him. All this time, he'd thought she just found random cartoons online. He'd even complained to her face that all she did was play videos on her phone, that it didn't mean anything.

He'd begged Sheila to stay and tell him stories, even pushed his own mother aside for it.

Later, when he learned Sheila was popular and could animate stories-when his classmates envied him-he thought, wouldn't it be great if Sheila could be his mom instead?

But his real mother had always been able to make cartoons.

She could write her own stories, too.

alone were now being shared with

felt like

the arts-and-crafts contest, he'd cut

mute, he'd never dared admit she

much must that have

as he started to

I was wrong... I'm... I'm so sorry

stabbed at him, sharper with every

had to admit what

that had happened when

she'd promised

scold his son, but the words stuck

fault. He was to

never guided him to notice

just... yell at me. I... I let Mom down." Henry's

to his pain. Henry was only a child.

a hug. "No more tears, okay? Let's go find your mom. You can apologize

car, the two sat in the backseat. Timothy watched every video on the