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

but not as much as

kiss on his forehead. I couldn’t bear to see him

Mama is so proud of you,” I said, my voice

admiration.

I knew that my little boy was a fighter,

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

we reached home, I carried Lukel inside and sat him on the couch. I brought him

watch my favorite cartoon?” he asked, his

sweetheart. I’ll do anything to make you

request.

BEAUTIFUL MOMENTS

favorite cartoon and laughing together. As I looked at my 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 superhero.

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 danced around the house.

eyes. “Thank you for taking

as I kissed his forehead and whispered, “No, Lukel, you’re the best. Mommy loves you and your sister more

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 three years old, chase after the ball with a determination that

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

whistle cutting through the air.

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 small, but he was a force to be reckoned with.

my hand tightly, her eyes wide with wonder as she watched her brother weave in and out of the other players, his