234: WHAT I DID


    LUKE’S POV


    “I’m d 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 thispany. Or maybe she was talking


    nonsense. Well, she better be.


    I kept ring at her while she continued, “As you can see, your grandfather always had a dream of


    bing 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 craping


    from this woman.


    “Before you were born.”


    Iughed, shaking my head. “You know what? Just continue, continue.” I pped.


    “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 ce.


    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.


    Iughed 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 distantughter of children ying 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


    ying in the branches above. I lifted my daughter onto my shoulders, allowing her to better view the


    yful 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 yground 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 myp. “Ready,


    mommy?” she asked with a big grin on her face. “Ready!” I replied, and we both went sliding down the


    slide,ughing and screaming all the way down.


    Making our way to the next yground equipment, I noticed a group of kids ying with a frisbee.


    “Janice, do you want to y 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 d you had fun,


    sweetie,” I said, kissing her forehead.


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    While we were still sitting down, we watched the clouds drift by and yed “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 standing in front of me right now,” someone


    said, and I turned around to see who it was.