You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

The night breeze was slightly cold, and the soft moonlight and sporadic streetlights made the place a dim hazy world.

Luther held Anderson and walked in the flower corridor. They looked just like loving father and son.

Moonlight shone through the gaps above their head and cast many “stars” on the ground. Walking in the corridor at night, they felt as if they were roaming along the Milky Way.

"Anderson, why do you want to come out for a walk with me today?" Luther asked softly.

He knew that Anderson was different from the average child and he was pretty mature, so there must be a reason for Anderson to do this. "Because, there's something I want to say to you alone." Anderson looked up at Luther.

Luther squatted down and looked at Anderson, "Okay, let's sit here for a while."

He carried Anderson to a bench, then took off his jacket and draped it over Anderson, “It's a little cold at night. You won't want to catch a cold."

Then, he sat down next to Anderson.

me?" Luther took Anderson's young

way to his heart. This was his son, a gift from

and stared straight at Luther with a crystal gleam

extraordinarily serious, as if he had

frowned. He was shocked by the serious

dad, aren't

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that Anderson

want Joyce to know that he

Anderson, who was incredibly intelligent,

Anderson offered to have a walk downstairs with him

Luther smiled gently as he reached out and

you gave me a computer, and a smartphone." Anderson said

what?" Luther asked