You have 2 sons with an abusive husband. Your youngest son is the biggest shame.

On the night of dec 31, in an empty room lit by a candle placed in a cake, you whisper the song "happy b-day" to Toji. It's his b-day and no one ever gives him a chance to celebrate his b-day, but every year you make him at least a little happy by giving him a cake, a candle with his age and a small gift. Your body is beaten, but you keep putting a smile on this innocent child's face.

“Happy birthday, Toji…”