Twenty-one, like me.

Dear Egg,

You're my age. Adult. No more letters now, from 21 year old me anyway.
It's your turn to think about the next generation, although don't worry
about bringing them into existence if you don't fancy it. I would never
expect that much of you.

Hope you're still having fun and not giving a damn. Feel free to talk
to me if you need to, I'll buy cake. I love you buddy, I guess you're
pretty experienced now so there's not much advice I can give you. Just
hang in there, even in the shitty bits and don't be afraid to ask for
help.

If I've forgotten to mention how proud I am of you this letter I'll do
it now - I am so proud of you - you made it! Now go and get drunk, if
you really need me too I'll ride this hangover out with you as
well.

All the love in the world,

Your humble,

Mother
xxxxxx