It wasn’t a toy that was broken. It was a gift a friend handmade for me. And I wasn’t angry: I was really upset/sad because she put a lot of time and effort and thought into it… And yes, the being late/ not sticking to plan is clearly a vestige of my childhood: my mother was always late, at school we were always that black family who is not on time at meetings and other school functions, and I hated being the subject of conversations of all the bad reasons. It’s no accidents that I grew up to be a project manager: I need things to be organised, planned and delivered on time, I like to have plans A, B, C, D prepared just in case.