During the week I turned 21, my dad posted two words on my Facebook wall: Enjoy autonomy. My mum gave me a handwritten letter for the first time in my life. My sister wanted to give me pearls that she had dug out of oysters, but she had lost the pouch where she kept them in. My friends treated me to meals. Came down to my house with a cake before the clock turned 12. Wished me. My dog, well, didn't have a clue, but her presence was all that mattered.

During the week I turned 21, I wished for happiness, as I always do. Thank you for making my wish come true.