My 25-year-old birthday was particularly cruel.
As the overtime dragged on, I noticed my birthday on the verge of the date changing.
On the way home, no sooner than wanting to buy a shortcake at the convenience store, it was sold out. Since it couldn’t be helped I ate a pudding with fresh cream spread on top of it that day.
After that, despite taking possession of a child’s body, I didn’t really consider that the situation could get any worse.