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 up,

she pay attention to him? He had already made

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

you be good to me like Miss Sheila? You weren't like this before— what's gotten into you lately? Why are you so

thing-after all these years married to

it embarrassing to finally have

his pent-up frustration

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

But Henry was different.

she'd carried for nine months, her own

happened between her and Timothy. Even if

tried to deceive people, how would you have lost face? A person of integrity, who truly understands gratitude, is admired and respected

was left speechless by

you're a mute! If you

Smack-

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 can't speak? What right do