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Looking at the calendar on the dingy wall next to the rear door of his mother’s home, brought fond memories of her checking what was in store for her family each day. She made sure he and Bradley, along with their dad, never forgot any of their events. He slipped over, flipped through its pages in search of the date, Saturday, January 16th, the day that drastic changes were indelible. No one had penned anything on the spot, so with a quick hand, he withdrew the marker from the holder and wrote ‘moving day’ in the space.
His reflection of the mirror on the opposite side of the kitchen drew him to it and he glared at the man that stared back at him. A little closer in, he rubbed at the creases between his eyes and peered at the wrinkles against his forehead. The squint lines that had fo
