What’s the last thing that made you cry at work?

I was going through a file folder yesterday—just routine, old claims—and found a photo tucked in the back. A dog, mid-leap over a puddle, rain-slicked pavement behind it. No name, no claim number, just this moment of pure joy. I don’t know whose dog it was, or what happened to them. But I sat there for three minutes, staring at it, and then quietly wiped my eyes. It wasn’t even sad. Just… too much. I keep thinking about how many tiny, real things get lost in the paperwork.