The Love From Vengeance

121 FOOD FIGHT

ARIEL’S POV

ONE YEAR AGO

1 had just finished a long day at work and was looking forward to coming home and relaxing. As I walked up to the front door, I could hear giggles and squeals coming from inside. I immediately knew that my three–year–old twins, Lukel and Janice, were up to something.

As soon as I opened the door, I was greeted with a sight that made my jaw drop. My once–tidy living room was now covered in a layer of food. There were bits of crackers, pieces of fruit, and even some spaghetti noodles scattered all over the floor. And in the middle of it all were my mischievous twins, laughing and throwing food at each other.

“Lukel, Janice, what on earth are you two doing?” I asked, trying to keep my cool.

“We’re having a food fight, Mommy!” Lukel exclaimed with a big grin.

I couldn’t help but chuckle at their innocent response. But then I remembered that I would have to clean up this mess, and my laughter quickly turned into frustration.

“Okay, that’s enough. We need to clean this up before Andre and the others come home,” I told them, trying to sound stern.

However, before I could even approach them, they both seized a handful of spaghetti and hurled it directly in my face. I stood there, completely covered in food, trying to process what had just happened.

“Lukel, Janice, that’s not funny!” I scolded, trying to wipe the food off my face.

burst into a fit of laughter. And in that moment, I couldn’t help but join in. I mean, how could I resist their infectious laughter?

the mess or the fact that I would have to spend hours cleaning it up. In

onto the couch, panting and covered in food. Lukel and Janice looked at

at them. But instead, I just laughed and pulled them

have it any other way,”

thean.

room, I felt grateful for my crazy, chaotic, and absolutely

the world happened around here?”

this was his parents‘ house, and those folks weren’t

them to start crying at any moment. But to my relief, they just giggled and looked

scream. “Food fight!” And after that, towards

grabbed a handful of spaghetti and

it back at them, hitting André right

as we threw food at each other. The living room was now a complete mess, but I

in food, still laughing and chasing the kids around. And in that moment, I was reminded of the great and lovely man that he was. He was my partner, but he was

all fell onto the floor, completely exhausted and covered in food. But the laughter and

to think about how lucky I was to have such a loving and playful family. I may have had a long day at work, but *this food fight was exactly what I needed to

ones.

would be a memory that we would never forget. A memory that we would laugh about for years to come. And, of course, more wonderful memories are yet to come. More to reminisce, more to think about. There is more to talk about and more to laugh about. Yeah, I said