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?"

did Jessica look

pay attention to him? He had already made it

at the craft competition? I'm your son! Did you really want me to lose

be good to me like Miss Sheila? You weren't like

to Dad, with me

isn't it embarrassing to finally have

pent-up frustration in a single

related to Timothy; after all, she and Timothy were now just two separate people.

But Henry was different.

carried for nine months, her own flesh and

son was permanent, unbreakable, no matter what happened between her

you hadn't tried to deceive people, how would you have lost face? A person of integrity, who truly understands gratitude, is

speechless by her

a mute! If you weren't mute, I wouldn't have let Miss Sheila pretend to be my mom. Have you ever

Smack-

palm struck Henry's cheek, her gesture 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 I