When I was a little kid, I wished for one of those Lego submarine toys in the 90s for my birthday. As with Lego, each "theme" often has several variations, there is a big submarine and smaller support sub. I of course wished for the big main sub. When I finally had my birthday, I unwrapped the present and it was one of the smaller submarines. As a kid, it was disappointing but I realized that they just couldn't afford it, because my parents were always very supportive.
There is a related story that weirdly impacted me and I never managed to find a description for the emotions that surround this.
After I had built the submarine, I placed it on my desk.
One day, when I returned from school, I came back and it looked slightly different. Weirdly... Off. broken, in a weird way. Bricks were in the wrong spot but generally where they were meant to be. I looked to the ground and found a little piece of Lego under the desk.
That's when I concluded that my mother, while cleaning, accidentally pushed the submarine off the table. She the tried to build it back up, without a reference, from memory. I have no idea how long this must have taken, but seeing that weirdly broken submarine always makes me feel really weird. It just showed me that she tried and in a way I felt so bad for her. I never found the words to accurately described that emotion .