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.

honey?” I asked, brushing his hair away from his

little bit, but not as much as before,” he replied, smiling.

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

Mama is so proud of

admiration.

eyes sparkling with happiness. I knew that my little boy was

our picnic and decided to head back home.

sat him on the couch. I brought him a glass of

my favorite cartoon?” he

I’ll do anything to make you feel better,”

request.

BEAUTIFUL MOMENTS

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

hours passed, Lukel’s injury had completely healed, and he was back to his usual energetic self. Andre had told me that we would bring Janice home. So I wasn’t worried about that.

“Thank you for taking care of

“No, Lukel, you’re the best. Mommy loves you and your sister more than anything

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

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 my daughter, her curly hair dancing in the breeze as

the occasional blast of a referee’s whistle cutting through the air. But all that mattered to me

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,

of the other players, his red