Mateo takes me home, I am hoping my parents are there, but when we pull up, their car is gone. Jumping out of the truck, I mindlink them, hoping they aren’t far or are on their way back.
"Where are you guys?"
"Grocery shopping, what's up, Pumpkin?" Dad asks.
"I'm at home, I came to pick up some things, but you aren’t here."
"You must have just missed us; the bathroom window is open. You should have told us, we would have waited."
"All good, I will break in then," I chuckle at the thought
"Okay, Pumpkin." I cringe at the nickname.
"Dad, you really gotta stop calling me Pumpkin."
"But that's your name."
"It's not my name, dad. My name is Katya," I tell him.
"But to me, you will always be my little Pumpkin," he retorts. I internally groan, no use arguing. I am sure he would legally
