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.

asked, brushing his hair away from his face.

little bit, but not as much

and planted a kiss on his forehead. I couldn’t

so proud of you,” I said, my voice filled with love

admiration.

sparkling with happiness. I knew that my little boy was a fighter, and he would get through this

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

the couch. I brought him a glass of juice

watch my favorite cartoon?” he asked, his

sweetheart. I’ll do anything to make you feel better,” I replied, smiling at his

request.

THROWBACK BEAUTIFUL

I couldn’t help but feel grateful for moments like this. Moments where

self. Andre had told me that we would bring Janice home. So I wasn’t worried about that. Lukel and

those beautiful eyes. “Thank you for taking

kissed his forehead and whispered, “No, Lukel, you’re the best. Mommy loves

were fixed on 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, chase after the ball with

her little face alive with joy as she cheered for her twin brother. “Go, Lukel, go!” she squealed, clapping her hands together in delight. I couldn’t help but smile at the sight of my daughter, her curly hair dancing in the breeze as

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 feet kicking up dust clouds as he raced across the

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

wide with wonder as she watched her brother weave in and out of the other players, his red jersey a blur of motion. “He’s amazing, Mama,”