Gemotions

Ms. Gable gazed at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, the lines etched around her eyes more pronounced than she remembered. She was tired of the relentless routine, the endless demands. She wasn't appreciated. The future seemed a long, dark tunnel.

A small bouquet of wildflowers sat on her doorstep, tied with a ribbon. Attached was a note: "Thank you for showing us how to see the world. You’re one of a kind." It was from a girl named Chloe, who used to be shy and quiet.

She inhaled the scent of the flowers. There was something fresh and bright about them. She felt a lightness, a sense that maybe her work had mattered.