Goodbye, Mr. Regret

"Where's Henry?"

"He's in his room. I've called him down a few times, but he won't come. Says he doesn't want to eat."

Timothy pressed his lips together and headed for Henry's room.

Henry was still lying in bed.

As Timothy came closer, he saw his son's eyes were swollen from crying.

"Henry, come on. Dad's taking you to the movies."

"I don't want to go."

"Not even if it's your mom's movie?"

Henry sat up, staring at him in disbelief. "Mom made a movie? She can do that?"

Timothy nodded. "You'll see when we get there.”

He firmly believed Henry needed to see this film. He deserved to know everything

his mother had done for him—all the love she'd poured into him.

Father and son came downstairs together. Naylor stopped them, offering breakfast.

Timothy shook his head. "No thanks, you all eat. I'll take him out."

and let

and reliable, and both sides of the family-the Howard side and their own

a mother, he barely

only recently, with Jessica pulling back, that Henry ended up at the old

what he was

Jessica was around, Timothy's little household ran smoothly. If anything important came up at the old house, she'd be there in a heartbeat. With

though? It was

Headache after headache.

caring daughter-in-law made all the difference for a family. Timothy

felt uneasy, worried his dad would bring up what happened

through breakfast, Timothy

bought him popcorn and a Coke- treats he would've strictly forbidden

in limited release, so not every theater was showing it. The

with Henry, just

it was finally time, he took Henry's

the film, and some lines and scenes hit him just as hard as the first. As for Henry,

did Henry finally understand why his father had insisted he memorize "A Mother's

the

familiar

him. The theater was

to

he didn't

son walked out

to Timothy. "Dad, can

do you need it