The Price of Independence

My parents called way more often than I’d like, which was about every other day. Don’t get me wrong, I loved my parents more than anything, but sometimes, I wish they’d tried to have more children or something. You know, someone else they could focus on other than me.

“Tell them I’m busy,” I said to Mindy when they called.

She gave me one of those heavy sighs of hers, the kind that said she didn’t