Sara has to attend regression school

The next day, Lisa couldn't contain her excitement as she approached Sara, who was reluctantly playing with a stuffed teddy bear on the living room floor.

"Sara, sweetheart, guess what? Tomorrow is your first day at regression school! Isn't that exciting?" Lisa beamed, her eyes shining with anticipation.

Sara looked up, her face expressing clear discontent. "Regression school? Seriously, Lisa? I'm not a kid, and I don't want to go back to being one."

Lisa tried to cheer her up. "Oh, honey, it's not as bad as it sounds. They have lots of games, fun activities, and you'll get to meet other kids going through the same thing. It can be an adventure!"

Sara rolled her eyes, unimpressed. "I don't want games and playing . I want my life back. This whole regression thing is ridiculous."

Lisa, undeterred, continued to paint a rosy picture. "Think about all the friends you'll make, and the games you'll play. It's like a big playdate every day!"

Sara crossed her arms, scowling. "I don't care about playdates. This isn't fair, and I don't want to go."

Lisa's enthusiasm waned a bit, realizing Sara's ****. Still, she persisted, hoping to make the best out of an unexpected situation. "Sara, darling, I know it's not what you planned, but attendance is mandatory .Who knows, you might enjoy it!"

Sara sighed in frustration. "I highly doubt it. This whole regression thing is just going to make everything worse."