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.

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

not as much as before,”

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

brave boy, Lukel. Mama is so proud of you,”

admiration.

happiness. I knew that my little boy was a fighter, 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

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

favorite cartoon?” he asked, his eyes pleading.

you feel better,” I replied, smiling

request.

BEAUTIFUL

my little boy, I couldn’t help but feel grateful for moments like

Andre had told me that we would bring Janice home.

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

you’re the best. Mommy loves you and your sister

forth on the pitch. My heart swelled with pride as I watched my son, Lukel, a bundle of energy at only three years

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 my daughter, her curly hair dancing in the breeze as she rooted for

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 he

I could see the determination in his eyes–the same fierce spirit that had

her eyes wide with wonder as she watched her brother weave in and out of the