He lowered his voice as he whispered, "Mummy, please come back home, please. I miss you, mummy. I want to play with you. I don't want to come here to see you. I want you to come home." Then he placed his head against his mother's stomach and said, "Little Emma, don't disturb Mummy, okay? Ehn ehn, I would give you all my toys when you came out, okay? " 

Bernard heard his mother choke back a cry, and he almost couldn't hold it back as well. They hadn't told the boy since they didn't know how to say it. Intelligent Emma might be, but he was still a four-year-old...