During my time as a sorority house mom, I would get the occasional text message, asking can we talk? You’re such a good listener or are you around? I just don’t want to be alone, and the answer was always yes. I was responsible for a problematic, issue-prone house, but more importantly, the young women living inside of it. I was on call 24/7, every day of the semester. While I didn’t have time to make friends outside the sorority, do anything beyond scroll through Tinder and make faces at my phone, or have a quiet Friday night, I didn’t feel like my life was any lesser because of it.