You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

"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 I am your father?" He asked again.

photo, I have a rough guess, and then I checked all the information about you. And then I found something that happened four years ago and the disappearance of

secrets were

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 want me to know about you. So, I will have to

don't be sad. I don't think mommy is actually mad at you." Anderson reached out his little hand and

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

knew who he was

you call me? Can you call me

as he understandingly buried

hugged Anderson to his lap as he asked curiously,

Mommy. Mommy always said that I was a baby given to her by the grace of God. Whenever Mommy heard something about Pascaylia, Mommy was always alone at night, and I thought, Mommy must

gently rubbed

us, and

"Oh, good." Anderson nodded.