Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 47

After the nurse left the room, Henry finally let go of Sheila.

"Miss Sheila, I'm sorry. That nurse is actually my classmate's mom. I didn't want my classmate to find out about my mom, so I pretended you were my mother. Are you mad at me?"

Sheila squeezed Henry's little nose, smiling. "Of course I'm not mad. But, Henry, what you did wasn't right. No matter what, you shouldn't turn your back on your own mom. Do you understand?"

Henry pouted, his voice tinged with hurt. "She never comes home. She doesn't cook for me, and now, even though I'm sick, she still doesn't care..."

Thinking about Jessica, Henry's disappointment deepened, a trace of resentment flickering in his chest.

"Henry," Timothy's voice broke the silence.

Henry looked up.

"Sheila's right," Timothy said sternly. "You're her son. You can't just give up on your mother. You're still young, but if you start pretending now, that's a habit you'll need to change."

Sheila was momentarily taken aback. Last time Henry had said something like this, Timothy hadn't been so harsh. Back then, he'd said it was normal for a child to care about appearances as he grew up. But now...

burst into tears, feeling utterly

our house, she never comes home, she doesn't cook for me, and even

her thoughts and hurried to comfort

Henry. Maybe your mom's just busy right now. Grown-ups have a lot on

down a little, Sheila glanced at Timothy. "He's still a child, Timothy. If you have to correct him, do it gently. Being

still sobbing, his breath catching in his

a pang of guilt seeing

care about saving face-it's just how they are. With time, Henry would grow up and come to

held his

Sheila carefully tucked him into

must be exhausted. Let me walk

it can come back in the middle of the night. I'd rather

If it gets to be too

if you need anything,

to her room,