Chapter 1000

"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.

"Of course not only that. After I saw the 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

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

pretending that I don’t know who she is."

"Dad, don't be sad. I don't think mommy is actually mad at you."

Anderson reached out his little hand and comforted Luther.

Luther 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 call me one 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, I don't

feel hate from 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 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 some

mysteries. I 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 come out 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.