So on 4th of July I was at Sam's club getting last minute things for the traditional gathering we have every year and I get a strange phone call. "Are you home?" and I almost said who is this? I didn't recognize the voice and nobody speaks to me in that kind of demanding tone. So I look down to my phone and of course I had relabeled that number to a point I had to look at it twice. But anyways, so we finished doing the shopping and were paying when once again. Needless to say more I was called at least 3 times when clearly I was not home because there he was in the car and my car was not in the drive way. Well, it was my son's father. So, it took him a while until he himself was able to get whatever he had( a huge brown box) out of the car. He stumbled his way through and asked where to put it... I asked,"what is that?" and he just replied, "what I had promised I was going to get?" I was still quite confused until I was the little picture on the side. Well, well... I was shocked he actually came through on something for our son. Yet, I was quite riveted at the fact that he just left the box and walked away without even asking for him, or anything about him... He never knew whether he was at home, somewhere else, or even if he was well. I just saw him leave and continued to do whatever I needed. I am not going to push that subject with him anymore. I continuously commented with him about playing ball with our son. Even an hour... But, the subject is meek and overseen. The only reason my son knows he has a father other than his Grandpa (or "papi", "dad") is because I was been courteous to let him know who he is and  he understands. But , how long do I need to show  him a picture to convince him that he actually has a real, live father somewhere... Not long, I am presuming... not long. I am doing my job as a mother to protect my son but how much heart ache will be have to deal with as he grows up. Now he is in military but how about the first 2 years. And you know what military is not an excuse... When he left I said fine and troubled my self to sign a lot of paper work. Sure I know he thinks I never have anything to do and I am always available but it takes time out of me for somebody who does not deserve even a glance of gratitude. Sometimes I see my son and I feel sad because I know that once his dad starts to pay attention (if he actually does see him) will have some hard times. Although I will have some hard times coming my way I am already trying to figure out how my baby is going to be in sport; he's going to join t-ball at 3; he can sure hit a ball and loves baseball with a passion. But, sad to say I am going to answer a lot of questions for my son when he gets curious  which I don't mind because I am only going to be honest. All I know I could say is good luck to my son's father and his now wife, son and future baby on the way...