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.

it still hurt, honey?” I asked, brushing his hair

little bit, but not as much as before,”

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

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

admiration.

eyes sparkling with happiness. I knew that my little

a few minutes, Lukel’s pain had subsided, and he was back to his usual energetic self. 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 flower or a butterfly he

on the couch. I brought him a glass of juice and his favorite teddy

my favorite cartoon?” he asked, his

do anything to make you feel better,” I replied, smiling at

request.

THROWBACK BEAUTIFUL MOMENTS

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

few 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. Lukel and I played games, read red books, and danced around the house.

me with those beautiful eyes. “Thank you

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

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 belied his

alive with joy as she cheered for her twin brother. “Go, Lukel, go!” she squealed, clapping her hands

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 Lukel, his tiny feet kicking up dust clouds as

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

her brother weave in and out of the other players, his red jersey a blur of motion. “He’s amazing,