I have this thing for orchids for the longest time, thanks in
many ways to my departed mother who grew orchids in our garden while I was
growing up. When she passed away, my father took on the full responsibility of
tending and nurturing the orchids that mother left behind.
I must say the orchids in our garden loved our parents,
inasmuch as my parents adored them. It’s a mutual affection and admiration.
Now whenever I see orchids abloom, I cannot help but smile. They so remind me of my parents and their devotion to the orchids of my
youth.
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