*Ashley*
The soft hum of conversations and gentle clinks of wine glasses fill the air of the gallery, a familiar symphony that wraps around me like a warm embrace. I take a moment to breathe it all in… the scent of fresh paint mingling with the rich aroma of espresso wafting from the corner café. It’s been three years since I began this journey as both an art curator and a mother, and the gallery has become a second home to me.
Little Alexander is off in a corner, his laughter bubbling like a stream, as he builds a tower of colorful blocks. I glance over at him, my heart swelling with pride. He’s grown so much in just a few years, his curls bouncing as he moves with the kind of joy that’s infectious. I can’t help but smile; he’s a little whirlwind of energy in his dinosaur T-shirt, comp
