The other day, my son dragged me to the mall. As we walked into American Eagle, I heard my name, "Mrs.Small". I turned and there was Charles. No longer the 5th grade boy who , for a while, fought me at every turn, but a 17 year old young man, who still hadn't lost that mischievous smile. Not many teachers liked Charles, and they couldn't understand why I liked him. He could be obstinate, sometimes, downright disrespectful. "The Reminder"