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...

Henry burst into

She won't let Miss Sheila stay at our house, she never comes home, she doesn't cook for me, and even now

out of her thoughts

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

child, Timothy. If you have to correct him, do it gently.

his breath catching in

feel a pang of

Kids care about saving face-it's just how they are. With time, Henry would grow

held

Sheila carefully tucked

exhausted. Let me walk you back to your room so

fever, it can come back in the middle of the night. I'd rather stay here and

it

you need

back to her