-Samuel ! Breakfast is ready... did you get up ?- asked his mother from the kitchen- you´ll be late, lazy !.

- You should go to see how he goes , -said Sam- I have to go to refuel. Takes me five minutes and I come right back. I hope you are prepared, to not be late to the match.

When Sam walked out the door, Diane went to the room of Samuel, though she knew what was coming . Samuel was asleep again. But,what could be expected of a child of eight?...It was Saturday, he was tired from work and studies all week ...and he was so small and adorable!. She are heartbroken at having to wake him, so she waited a few moments before, greedily enjoying the view of the young Samuel sleeping in his bed, between the darkness of his room. He was beautiful. His clear tousled brown hair on the pillow, his beautiful round face, his round cheeks slightly rosy she so loved to eat with kisses whenever she could, while he laughed pleased, his half-open mouth that hinted at a few small white teeth and perfect pearls, his funny and upturned little nose ... and what about those chubby little hands that hugged the pillow as if he was afraid that their dreams will escape while sleeping? He was a blessing. No! - Diana rectified in her mind, was "her" blessing, her privilege, her child. But, much to her dismay, it was time to wake .

-Come, Samuel, wake up! Diane said with maternal sweetness. Remember that you have baseball game and you can not be late.

- But I´m tired mommy- Samuel cried sleepy as he hugged her mother's neck, Let me sleep a little more. Okay?

Diane thought that it was starting to get difficult. But she had to be a little uncompromising with his son for his sake.

- No, honey, can not be -said gently Diane while she helped him up.

- Jeez, Mommy! - Samuel protested again- it's not fair!. Today is Saturday. No I have school and I want sleep...

- Do not protest, young man! -Diane made a face of mock seriousness- Your father is coming right and he hates being late to matches.

- Okay, okay! -Samuel said denoting defeat and resignation in his words.

For Diane was hard not to laugh when saw how her son obeyed reluctantly. He's so cute ! -she thought as watched him with pride and tenderness.-

When they reached the field, Diane looked for a good place for Sam and her. Sam accompanied his son to the locker room to give him a few tips, to see if he wore properly the equipping.

- Daddy, if we win ... Can we go for a burger with my friends? - little Samuel asked innocently, looking his father with his big eyes .

-Of course! -Sam said with a grin.- But now you must concentrate on the game, in everything I said and taught you. Okay? .

The match went pretty much even. It was the turn of little Samuel. He had to hit. Depended on him that his team would win. He was nervous . The coach was yelling something to him, but because of his nerves, he did not understand. Then he searched his parents desperately in the stands ...And there they were! Smiling, holding hands, looking at him, encouraging him ...

Samuel took the bat hard, as his father taught him, concentrated and ... He hit the ball!. It flew through the air, unattainable. Whenever rose higher and higher.

Then it happened. As he rounded the bases without difficulties, people in the stands, headed by their elated parents shouted his name as a cry for war and victory…

- …Samuel! Samuel!

Samuel gave a little jump sitting before his Mac, seemed dazed, as if he had fallen from a cloud.

- Samuel! I'm asking you, -said Tracy- are you right?

- Yes, of course, -said Samuel- I was reading an e mail from my parents saying that they come to Boston to see me play, and have come to me memories of my childhood.

Tracy smiled quiet. That absence of Samuel had worried him for a moment, but now she understood.

- Later I'll tell you,-said Samuel to Tracy .

Sam and Diane were happy to arrive in Boston, but much more to see again their son, and, why not say it? to Tracy . That girl had earned the affection of the whole family with her good heart , her humility and intelligence.

And there they were ! Waiting, with a smile and eager to run out and hug them. The reunion was exciting. But the surprise was that when the four were preparing for take a cab, they were approached by a not very tall lean man, of middle age, short gray hair, round glasses , a dark suit , exquisite manners and monotone voice :

- Mr. and Mrs. Malone? said the man.

- Yes,we are, -said Sam- .

- Nice to meet you -politely said that man- I come on behalf of the Corporation, that has commissioned me... -he didn´t continue seeing the face of strangeness of Sam and Diane, then a faint, ironic smile touched his thin lips-

- I see that you don´t know what I speak... I think it would better tell otherwise: Mr. Derek Malone sent me to pick you in his personal limo and lead to you where you want.

- Derek is in Boston? -Sam asked, surprised.-

- So is, Mr. Malone.- he said quietly- By the way, mi name is Alfred . At your service, sir.-

With a flourish of his hand, invited them to follow him to the car. Alfred led the surprised family group, while they entered in the VIP area of the airport . Samuel was puzzled because despite his apparent good manners, Alfred there was no assisted with luggage, neither showed courtesy to Diane and Tracy . When they went outside, a huge and beautiful limousine in colour cream was waiting.

- Shut up, Sam- Diane told him mockingly- , is going to get in your mouth all the flies of New England.

Samuel and Tracy smiled slyly with Diane´s joke.

Once inside the limo, Sam asked Alfred:

- Could answer to a question?...in which hotel my brother is staying?

- I beg your pardon? Hotel? -Alfred stifled a slight sarcastic laugh that Diane did not like.

- Excuse me sir, but I think that you don´t know that Mr. Malone has a house in Boston.

- Oh yeah? and... where?

- On Beacon Hill, of course, -said Alfred with a hint of arrogance-,near Boston Common.

Samuel also was disgusted by the tone of voice and attitude which Alfred was using with them, especially with his father.

Have already arrived at the address you have indicated -Alfred said with some relief-

At parting, Samuel could not resist. Alfred approached and said in mocking tone:

- Alfred, please tell me. Do you always behave in that manner with people?

- I'm afraid I do not understand you, sir, -said Alfred puzzled-

- I wonder if his rude behavior and offensive manners respond to a constipation problem, or perhaps your underpants are narrow, or both at once.

Tracy and then everyone else started laughing openly for shame and impotent irritation of Alfred.

- Never again you dare talk my parents or my girlfriend in that way. Nor again will behave with them as it has done with such arrogance and contempt. Next time I wont take it as well. Understood? -Samuel concluded with a dry and menacing tone-

- Crystalline, sir, -said a pale Alfred who was beginning to sweat his forehead.

Now, nobody laughed

- You were very hard with Alfred -Tracy said-.

- I know, 'said Samuel.

- Why? - Tracy asked.

- Why? Want to know why?- Samuel replied- He had been petulant and contemptuous with us. With mom and you he was impolite and inconsiderate, and by itself wasn´t enough, he has treated my father with contempt and arrogance. Moreover, hasn´t taken the bags in the trunk when we left the airport, nor has taken upon arrival here, to my parents' house. Is not that enough?

Tracy stopped. Samuel had every reason.

Sam said:

-Forget it son, not worth...

…it will continue