She was busy in the kitchen.
She had always liked cooking. She read through the recipe one final time, then assembled all of the ingredients needed. Her friend had given her the recipe that she’d found on the dark web. There were two cups of not getting Covid, one cup of falling in love with the right person, half a cup of finding a well-paid job, half a cup of staying healthy, two tablespoons of fond memories, two tablespoons of being nice to people, one tablespoon of staying in touch with her parents, three teaspoons of late-night partying and half a teaspoon of regret. That should do it, she thought.
She would let it cool before putting it in the fridge.
She would consume it tomorrow, on her twenty-first birthday.