Wilbur, a sheltered 19-year-old with strict Catholic parents, couldn't believe what he was hearing. Despite his age, his parents had hired a babysitter to watch over him while they went out for the evening. His face flushed with indignation, and he threw his hands up in exasperation. "Mother, I’m 19! I don’t need a babysitter!" he protested, his voice tinged with frustration. But his mother, a formidable woman with a stern expression, didn’t budge. Wilbur sighed deeply, feeling the weight of their overprotectiveness pressing down on him. As the front door closed behind his parents, he couldn’t help but wonder when they would finally see him as the adult he was trying so hard to become.