The following week, I asked if she would show me some of her artwork in person. She brought a small portfolio—nothing extravagant, but deeply expressive. As I flipped through each piece, I felt a stirring in my chest, something like gratitude mixed with admiration. In that moment, our roles shifted—not employer and employee, but two women learning from each other. I offered to help sponsor her art course, not out of pity, but because her determination inspired something in me: the desire to rediscover my own passions. She hesitated, then accepted with tears of disbelief. And in that unexpected exchange, a quiet lesson settled between us: the people who pass through our lives, however briefly or routinely, may carry the very spark we didn’t know we needed.
