To Crack a Smile

To Crack a Smile

Jack was in grade seven when I first arrived at M.C.S. He was a very pleasant and cooperative student. He always impressed me as being more mature than his classmates. We chatted often. He wasn’t the most articulate of students and often fumbled a bit when trying to express himself. I liked Jack.

After finishing grade eight he moved on to high school, but one day that September he stopped in to say hello.

Mr. Caines, how have you been?”

Hello Jack, good to see you. I have been doing well, thank you, but it is not the same without you here. So tell me, how is high school?”

It’s OK, but I’ve discovered that it’s not cracked up to what it’s all to be.”

That was eighteen years ago. It still makes me smile.

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