The Inheritance of Orquídea Divina

by Zoraida Córdova

In that moment Orquídea realized that some people stay in certain places forever, even when they’re miserable, and that is neither bad nor good. It’s survival.

You could be born into a family, but you still had to choose them.

Some people were meant for great, lasting legacies. Others were meant for small moments of goodness, tiny but that rippled and grew in big, wide waves.

How do you fight a thing that believes it owns you? How do you fight the past? With gold leaves and salt? With silence? With new earth beneath your feet? With the bodies, the hearts of others? With hearts that are tender and bloodied but have thorns of their own. With the family that chooses you.