Dearest, Happy birthday. Today’s the day you finally turn 18. You’re in grade 11 and I truly, hope you’re not stressing about your A levels. If you’re still how I know you, you probably are not. I hope you’re not stressing about college either. I know there’s this kind of pressure coming from me of you going to NYU and pursuing Drama (or maybe journalism). So, here’s this from me: i am releasing the whole concept of the life or death thing when it comes to NYU. The only thing I am not releasing are your dreams. They are big.