234: WHAT I DID LUKE’S POV “I’m glad you asked me, young man, “my great–aunt spoke in her mocking tone. And I was very eager to know what she did that had brought to the establishment of this company. Or maybe she was talking nonsense. Well, she better be. I kept glaring at her while she continued, “As you can see, your grandfather always had a dream of becoming a billionaire. He had no money, and he needed one to chase this dream of his. So I had to help him out. “Hold on a minute, what year did all of this happen?” I asked, still not ready to buy this crap coming from this woman. “Before you were born.” I laughed, shaking my head. “You know what? Just continue, continue.” I clapped. “Oh, shut up!” She spat. “What are you feeling like, huh?” “I’m sorry, say what now?” “No, you’re feeling yourself too much.” “Right, yeah. Says the woman who came and started talking shit. The woman who just came out of nowhere wants to take away what doesn’t belong to her. “I helped your grandfather. I gave him the money he needed to start a business. That was all I had at that time because I felt so sorry for that man.” “And you enjoyed the wealth, didn’t you?” “Be quiet!” “No, I can’t be quiet. You think I’ll be quiet when it has gone to a situation like this? You think my lips are going to be sealed?” I chuckled. “Hell no, but I have to make this clear to you. You helped my grandfather, yes. It’s not like you’re told to stand somewhere and watch your loved ones suffer. You can still enjoy, live with. me peacefully, and kill that pride of yours.” “Aren’t you just a clown?” “The only clown here is you,” I retorted. “Your thoughts, your thinking, everything concerning you is just lame.” “Keep talking nonsense all you want. I’m still going to that house.” “Feel free. But you just got to know that I bought this house. This isn’t where I- lived when I was still a young kid. This is my house.” “Still used my brother’s wealth.” “It’s useless talking to you.” I angrily walked away, bursting into my car. This woman was about to give me a serious headache. I better make sure I put her in her place. ARIEL’S POV I stood in the park with Janice by my side; a gentle breeze rustled through the leaves of the towering oak trees that lined the paths. The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm, golden light over the tranquil scene. Birds chirped melodiously in the background, adding a symphony of nature’s sounds to the peaceful setting. Janice tugged at my hand, her eyes wide with wonder as she took in the sights around her. The park was a kaleidoscope of colors and textures, with vibrant flowers blooming in every corner and the grass a lush, inviting green beneath our feet. The air was rich with the scent of freshly cut grass and blooming flowers, a sweet perfume that tickled our senses. I smiled down at my daughter, my heart swelling with love at the sight of Janice’s joyful expression. I knelt beside her, our eyes meeting as we took in the beauty surrounding us. Janice’s gaze darted from one feature to another, unable to contain her excitement at the wonders of the natural world. Together, we wandered along the park’s winding paths, hand in hand, our footsteps soft against the earth. We passed by a tranquil pond where ducks glided gracefully across the water, leaving ripples in their wake. Janice let out a delighted squeal as she pointed at the ducks, her eyes sparkling with delight. I laughed at my daughter’s infectious joy, my own heart filled with happiness at the simple pleasures of motherhood. I watched as Janice bent down to pick a wildflower growing by the path, her small fingers carefully plucking the delicate. petals. The flower was a burst of color against the backdrop of greenery, a small treasure that Janice held gently in her palm. As we continued our stroll, we came upon a grove of cherry blossom trees in full bloom. The branches were heavy with pink and white blossoms, creating a canopy of petals that danced in the breeze. Janice and I stood beneath the blooming trees; our faces upturned to the fluttering petals that fell like snow around us. The air was filled with the soft hum of bees and the distant laughter of children playing in the park. I closed my eyes, savoring the moment of peace and contentment that enveloped me. I felt a deep gratitude for this time spent with my daughter, for the bond we shared and the memories we were creating together. Janice tugged at my hand once more, her eyes alight with curiosity as she spotted a family of squirrels playing in the branches above. I lifted my daughter onto my shoulders, allowing her to better view the playful creatures, Janice giggled with delight, her small hands reaching out to the squirrels as they chattered and scampered among the branches. Janice immediately ran towards the swings, her favorite playground equipment. chuckled to myself as I watched her jump onto the swing and sway back and forth with so much joy. “Mommy, push me higher!” she yelled, her blonde hair flying in the wind. I walked towards her and started pushing her higher and higher. “Weeeeee!” Janice squealed with delight. “This is so much fun, mommy!” Janice got down from the swing and pointed towards the slide. “Let’s go on the slide now, mommy!“. I smiled and followed her towards the slide. It was actually a nice moment,” Once we reached the top of the slide, I sat down at the top, and Janice sat on my lap. “Ready, mommy?” she asked with a big grin on her face. “Ready!” I replied, and we both went sliding down the slide, laughing and screaming all the way down. Making our way to the next playground equipment, I noticed a group of kids playing with a frisbee. “Janice, do you want to play frisbee with me?” I asked. She nodded eagerly, and we joined the group of kids. Seeing my daughter’s enthusiasm and energy was amazing as she ran around, trying to catch the frisbee. After a while, Janice and I sat down on the grass, exhausted but happy. “Mommy, this has got to be one of the best days ever!” Janice vocalized, resting her head on my shoulder. “I’m glad you had fun, sweetie,” I said, kissing her forehead. While we were still sitting down, we watched the clouds drift by and played “I Spy “with the shapes we could see in the sky. “Look, Mommy! That cloud looks like a unicorn!” Janice said excitedly, pointing towards the sky. “It sure is,” I uttered, looking at the sky. “And it sure is the most beautiful woman on this planet standing in front of me right now,” someone said, and I turned around to see who it was.
