The Love From Vengeance

256: THROWBACK: BEAUTIFUL MOMENTS

ARIEL’S POV

FLASHBACK

It was a beautiful summer afternoon. Luke and I were enjoying a picnic in the park while Janice was busy with drama at school.

We were surrounded by lush green trees and colorful flowers, and the sun was shining brightly in the clear blue sky. Lukel was running around, chasing butterflies and laughing uncontrollably. I couldn’t help but smile as I watched him, my heart filled with love and joy.

Suddenly, I heard a thud and turned around to see Lukel lying on the ground, and his face contorted. in pain. I rushed over to him, my heart beating fast with worry.

“Lukel, are you okay?” I asked, panic rising in my voice.

“Mommy, my knee hurts,” he replied, tears welling up in his big brown eyes.

I gently lifted him up and sat him on my lap, examining his knee. It was red and swollen, and there. was a small cut on it. I knew he must have tripped and fallen while chasing the butterflies.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. Mommy will make it all better,” I said, trying to soothe him.

I reached into my bag and pulled out a first–aid kit. I cleaned the wound with some antiseptic and put

a bandage on it. Lukel winced in pain but bravely held back his tears.

still hurt, honey?” I asked, brushing his hair away

bit, but not as much as before,” he replied,

him tightly and planted a kiss on his forehead. I couldn’t bear to see him in

proud of you,” I said,

admiration.

that my little boy was a fighter, and he would get through this

back to his usual energetic self. We finished our picnic and decided to head back home. As we walked, Lukel held onto my hand tightly, occasionally stopping to show me a flower or a butterfly he found.

and sat him on the couch. I

watch my favorite cartoon?” he asked, his eyes pleading.

make you

request.

THROWBACK BEAUTIFUL MOMENTS

his favorite cartoon and laughing together. As I looked at my little boy, I couldn’t help but feel grateful for moments like this.

told me that we would bring

up at me with those beautiful eyes. “Thank you for taking care of me. You’re the best

best.

the tiny figures running back and forth on the pitch. My heart swelled with pride as I watched my son, Lukel, a bundle of energy at only three years old,

she cheered for her twin brother. “Go, Lukel, go!” she squealed, clapping her hands together in delight. I couldn’t help but

sounds: parents shouting encouragement, siblings running around in excitement, and the occasional blast of a referee’s whistle cutting through the air. But all that mattered to me was the sight of Lukel, his tiny

miss, my heart pounding in time with Lukel’s quick footsteps. I could see the determination in his eyes–the same fierce spirit that had driven him since he was born. He might be small, but he

in and out of the other players,