Being the last child pretty much means a lot of independence.
But there is always that example of independence where they push the baby bird out of the nest and it can’t actually fly and then you find a dead baby bird in your back yard and the cat starts chewing on it…
And since I’m the last child my parents are sorta letting me handle all this college stuff on my own. Not a huge deal but the Common App has pretty much become the bane of my existence.
I’ve cut it close on a few deadlines already because of my independence, but I don’t think I’ll end up like a dead baby bird that my cat turns into a “present”.
But hey, I’ve trained my whole life for this independence, so things are just getting good.