(Esmee) I'm not bad am i Esmee? (Mi's side)

I’m not bad am I Esmee?

“Your mummy loves you very much Bobby” I said gently using a fingertip to brush away the tears that had gathered under his eyes while I pulled him in closer to me with the other arm.
“Your mummy really didn’t want you to have to come here and live with us for a little while but as you know she got poorly and she had to go the hospital so they could make her better again and even though mummy would of loved to have you with her she new she couldn’t look after you properly while she was so poorly. That doesn’t mean she loves you any less my darling. She still calls you whenever she is well enough to doesn’t she?” I said brightly trying to give him something to look forward to though in all honesty it had been a long time since Mrs. Ashford had been well enough to get to the phone.

“Samuel said only bad boys are put into foster care. I’m not bad am I Esmee?”
“No my love of course you are not bad. What I think I should do my love is come into school with you this morning and talk to Mrs Fisher abut Samuel because it doesn’t seem like he is being very kind to you at the moment and that isn’t OK. No one should be aloud to be nasty to any one else. Would that be OK?” I asked bending down and kissing him gently on the top of the fore head and in return he gave me a truly heart warming toothy smile while nodding his head.
“Good.” I said smiling back at him before messing up his hair making him giggle. “Now I think we should go and get some breakfast for you before Emmet eats it all!” I exclaimed clapping my hands and pulling the covers back off of us.

Squealing slightly Bobby scampered to the door dragging his dinosaur behind him by the tail. Shouting
“Emmet you better way not eat my breakfast!”