Gemotions

The flowers were hydrangeas, Mrs. Chen's favorite. They sat on her desk, a vibrant splash of color against the drabness of the classroom. The card simply said, "From a former student." She knew exactly who it was, even without a name. It had to be Maya, her former art student. Maya, who had always struggled with self-doubt.

A wave of… satisfaction washed over her. She knew that Maya had always harbored a dream of becoming an artist. The vibrant colors of the flowers brightened her mood. She watered them carefully, arranging them just so. It felt like her own work.