Gemotions

The sun streaming through the windows of the art gallery highlighted the dust motes dancing in the air. "Don't worry, you'll love it there," the manager, Ms. Evans, said, patting my arm. I was being transferred to the event planning team. I watched her look at the empty space on the wall where my favorite piece used to hang. I knew she loved the artwork.

“I was hoping I could help with one more thing before I go," I said. "Perhaps some maintenance?” I knew she was behind on her paperwork.

She looked up at me with a grateful look. I spent the next hour cleaning the frames of the paintings, carefully dusting each piece. I also changed the bulbs in the spotlights, ensuring that they illuminated the art. I knew this wouldn't completely solve the issue, but it was something.