Luck's Past (7)

Blushing, Luck responded with humility, unsure of his own significance. "Why do you think that? I've always considered myself an unlucky kid because I don't know my dad. Volta is the lucky one, having both a dad and a mom."

Touched by Luck's vulnerability, Volta's dad lowered himself to meet Luck's gaze, his hand gently patting the young boy's head. "That's not true, my boy. Your dad named you 'Luck' because he wanted you to always carry the blessings of good fortune in your life. And, well, he was also inspired by the name of this village."

Curiosity piqued, Luck sought further clarification. "Why was he inspired by the name of this village?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine interest and a hunger for understanding.

Volta's dad carefully placed the bait on Luck's hook, the sun's golden rays dancing upon the rippling surface of the river. He looked at Luck and said, his voice filled with wisdom, "First, you must learn to throw your own hook."