NovelStart"You know it all?" Luther reached out and touched Anderson's little face, asking again in amazement and distress.
It must have been so tough for Anderson. At such a young age, other children could barely even talk, but he already had to endure
so much.
To understand the complex world of adults, it was no wonder that he was so mature and knew so many different things.
"Hmm. Mommy rarely shows her real face, and she does only when she is alone with me." Anderson said, "And, she is actually
much prettier than she is now."
Luther "puffed" and laughed.
That's for sure.
He reached out and wrapped Anderson hard in his arms.
"With just a few pictures inside my computer, you can be sure that | am your father?" He asked again.
"Of course not only that. After | saw the photo, | have a rough guess, and then | checked all the information about you. And then |
found something that happened four years ago and the disappearance of mommy, and then, everything makes sense." Anderson
said proudly.
"Smart." Luther couldn't help reaching out to pinch Anderson's little nose again.
Only, all his secrets were now known by his son.
He held Anderson tighter and said in a bitter voice, "It's all my fault. You must have suffer a lot all these years. Your mommy is still
mad at me, and she doesn't wantto know about you. So, | will have to keep pretending that | don’t know who she is."
"Dad, don't be sad. | don't think mommy is actually mad at you." Anderson reached out his little hand and comforted Luther.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtLuther almost choked up when he heard Anderson call him dad.
Although Anderson had called him dad twice before, he did it in front of his kindergarten classmates, and he was just acting.
Tonight, Anderson already knew who he was and called out to him sincerely.
He tightened his arms around Anderson, "What did you call me? Can you callone more time?"
"Daddy, daddy." Anderson called out softly as he understandingly buried his little head in Luther's chest.
Luther was even more moved and simply hugged Anderson to his lap as he asked curiously, "Anderson, why did you say? Your
mommy is not angry with me?"
"Though Mommy hardly ever mentioned anything about Daddy, | don't feel hate from Mommy. Mommy always said that | was a
baby given to her by the grace of God. Whenever Mommy heard something about Pascaylia, Mommy was always alone at night,
and | thought, Mommy must be missing Daddy who was far away in Pascaylia." Anderson replied innocently.
"Huh." Luther gently rubbed Anderson's hair.
"Anderson, let's keep it between the two of us, and don't tell Mommy for now, okay?" He asked.
"Oh, good." Anderson nodded.
"I've been looking into something recently. Maybe it will solve smysteries. | want to make it up to your mommy. Maybe by then
she'll be happy and forgive me. That way, our family could be truly reunited." Luther's dark eyes flickered.
"Hmm." Anderson nodded again.
"Promise me, OK?" Luther said.
"OK." Anderson answered.
Under the moonlight, the father and son then had an agreement.
"It's getting late, and you should go back to bed. If you don't go back, I'm afraid your mommy is going to cout looking for
you." Luther picked Anderson up and started walking back.
"Hmm. I'm sleepy." Anderson's little head fell back on Luther's shoulder and his eyes closed contentedly.
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