His day was planned. He had an interview tomorrow for the custodian position at the retirement home. So he would shop a bit, make sure his wardrobe would be sufficient. He wasn’t a high end playboy anymore. He had to dress the part. Old Navy and Belk's should do the job. He loathed the mall, but he knew everything he needed would be there. He had enough money to stay in a hotel the night before. After checking out and planning his day, he found a bag that his mother had placed in the trunk of his reacquired vehicle. He rummaged through it, appreciating his mother even more, and found a note from his father. Yes, another note. But this one was different. This one was inspiring.
‘Grayson, I asked your mother to get some of your things packed and placed in the car. I know you’ve made the ri
