I am so absolutely LIVID right now because I just completely, utterly, and irrecoverably botched our first Kwanzaa celebration, and it’s all my fault, of course it is, because I live in this tiny town where the closest place to even buy a kinara is like two counties over and I ended up ordering some cheap plastic thing online that arrived broken and I just— I don't know, it just feels like I'm already failing her, like I’m erasing everything important before she even has a chance to know it, and I hate myself for it.