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.

I asked, brushing his hair away from his face.

not as much as before,” he replied, smiling.

hugged him tightly and planted a kiss on his forehead. I couldn’t bear

boy, Lukel. Mama is so proud of you,” I said, my voice filled with love

admiration.

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

to his usual energetic self. We finished our picnic and decided to head back home. As we walked, Lukel held onto my hand

the couch. I

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

anything to make you

request.

THROWBACK BEAUTIFUL MOMENTS

little boy, I couldn’t help but feel grateful for moments like this. Moments where I could take care of him and make him feel better. Moments where I could be his

self. Andre had told me that we would bring Janice home. So I wasn’t worried about that. Lukel and I played games, read red books, and

with those beautiful eyes. “Thank you for

“No, Lukel, you’re the best. Mommy loves

on the stadium, casting a golden glow over the field as I settled into my seat. My eyes 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

me, Janice bounced up and down with excitement, 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

crowd around us was a sea of colors and 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

with every near 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

Janice clutched my hand tightly, her eyes wide with wonder as she watched her brother weave in and out of the other players, his red jersey a blur of