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.

brushing his hair away from

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

kiss on his

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

admiration.

that my little boy was a fighter, and he

head back home. As we walked,

carried Lukel inside and sat him on the couch. I brought him a glass of juice and his favorite teddy

we watch my favorite cartoon?” he asked,

make you

request.

BEAUTIFUL

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

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

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

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

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 three years old, chase after

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 sight of

whistle cutting through the air. But all that mattered to me was the sight of Lukel, his tiny feet kicking

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,

and out of the other players, his red