Sometimes Ivana asks about him, where he has gone. In her stilted baby language, she hasn't quite mastered names or descriptions yet, so she calls him červený. Red.

Ivana stops asking, not because she doesn't wonder where he has gone, but because she doesn't like to see her mother look so sad. Instead she hugs her tightly, repeating the first and only phrase she has been able to master:

"Miluji te." I love you.