Gemotions

The phone rang, and Ms. Chen nearly jumped out of her skin. It was a phone call from a famous art gallery. They explained that a former student, Kai, had made her the beneficiary of a rather large donation for her classroom. He had just sold a massive piece for millions.

She sat down heavily, her legs feeling like lead. She remembered Kai as a scruffy teenager, always doodling in the margins of his notebooks, always dreaming. He had said, "I'm going to make you proud, Ms. Chen." Now, this. She rubbed her temples.