As she did every afternoon, Lila looked up at the entrance of the big house, hoping to see Rosalba arrive, beaming with light and smiling, saying nice words to her. She made her and her sisters feel important. They knew they were the center of her world, her beloved orchids. That's what she told them when she gave them water to drink and bathed them, as well as all the plants in the garden and in the churuata area. Lila and her sisters were elegant and sophisticated, but humble. They did not look down on any of the plants in the garden.

Blanca said to Lila: "Here comes Mafa with her phone and cup of coffee", she always follows the same ritual every afternoon; she walks barefoot and with her hair disheveled. She says she loves to walk barefoot because it connects her with mother earth and impregnates her with positive energies. Then she will turn on the hose, she will give us a bath very quickly because there is no water and the pump should not be on for too long. She dances and sings while the water quenches our thirst. She is fascinated by the smell of wet earth.

Today was a different afternoon. She arrived earlier and told us: "Girls, behave yourselves, make yourselves pretty. Put on your best smile, I'm going to take some selfies to send to Ña Rosalba," she said. When we heard Rosalba's name, my sisters and I got excited. We tried to run and shouted "Let's go see Ña Rosalba". Manchada said she wanted to put on makeup and couldn't find her makeup case. She said she saw it on Blanca's petals, "Where is it? None of you need makeup. You live obsessed with tanning, you want to look like Jennifer Lopez."

"Honey Rose, hurry up, you're not going to spend an hour picking out what to wear." I said, a little accelerated. Where is Manchitas Amarillas going? She's been over the moon since she's been the girlfriend of the tasty green cambur. I really don't know what she sees in that greenish smug. She thinks she's the last Pepsi Cola in the desert.
Dressed in their beautiful colors and smiling, they took a nice selfie. They were all excited and hopeful for the future. Is it possible that someday they will hear Ña Rosalba's voice again? Since she left, a black mist fell near the Churuata where we live.

We all flowered at the same time so that she could enjoy our beauty. What happened? I don't know. She left, she left us sad and we all went into mourning for her departure. They say she went to Panama with Princess Gaby. We have had a hard time recovering, our friend Mafa had to take us to a psychologist. The group therapies and conversations by Whatsapp with Ña Rosalba have not helped us to recover. We are prettier than before; the first to flower and visit #Hive was Moradita; she is the big sister. Blanca, Manchitas Amarillas, Rosa Miel and I haven't flowered. The psychologist tells us that we have to go little by little, heal and calm our anxieties to be able to wear pretty colors.

Moradita is the one who has the most strength and has been our guide. She learned from our mother Ña Rosalba, a woman without fear of anything and with a lot of courage. We are proud to be her daughters. I know he will soon come home to stay, the wind whispers it in our ears. He never tells a lie, and while we wait for her we laugh listening to Mafa's tales and stories about her beloved world of #Hive. We have gradually accepted Mafa, forming a bond of friendship with her. She knows very little about us, but she gives us love and care.

Foto de mi propiedad

I found on my way a garden of orchids, saddened by drought and lack of love. Feeling abandoned made them wither and lose their beauty. The hands that gave them shelter and helped them in their growth left and have not returned. They understand me and are happy to see me enter their little garden.

Just like human beings, plants, and in this case orchids, require love. Feeling loved helps to withstand all the droughts and hurricane winds that shake our lives. When we feel alone, the world comes crashing down on us; however, if we have the shoulder of a friend to make us laugh and give us words of encouragement, the bad times can be weathered.
After the storm comes the calm. The new day gives us a thousand opportunities to carry on. Continue without rancor and with your eyes fixed on your goals. Let go of everything that keeps you from growing, be reborn and live. Say, "I am not defeated, here I am, again".

Thank you for visiting my Blog at #Hive.

Namaste

"And when two people understand each other in their innermost heart, their words are sweet and strong like the fragrance of orchids."

(I Ching)

Las primera imagen de la orquídea morada es de pixabay, les dejo el reconocimiento:

The first image of the purple orchid is from pixabay, I leave you the acknowledgement:

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Las imágenes de mi propiedad son del jardín de las orquídeas y de la orquídea morada que fue la primera en florecer. Estas fotografías las tome con mi cámara y las he utilizado en otras publicaciones en #Hive y redes sociales. Incluyendo Instagram y Facebook.

The images of my property are of the orchid garden and the purple orchid that was the first to bloom. These pictures were taken with my camera and I have used them in other posts on #Hive and social media. Including Instagram and Facebook.

El separador de orquídea color morado es de pixabay, les dejo el reconocimiento:

The purple orchid spacer is from pixabay, I leave you the recognition.:

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El cubo en 3 D lo diseñe en la página es.bloggif.com.

The 3-D cube was designed by me on the site en.bloggif.com.

Mi avatar lo hice en la app Bitmoji.

My avatar was made in the Bitmoji app.