Our Children

I'm still shocked of what District 12 has become. Of course now it really isn't a district, but it will always be district 12 to me. There are no miners, or peacekeepers. There is no gallows or a huge fence keeping the people out of the woods. There is a new looking school and an actual playground.

And the people. They no longer look hopeless and thin. On the contrary, they look healthy and happy. This might have made me smile on any other occasion, but it doesn't.

Katniss is the reason I'm here. I of course couldn't just avoid her forever like I wanted to. Because when my son went to travel the world, he went to district 12. And in district 12 he found her daughter, Myka, who is the spitting image of her. And Finnick, my own son, gets his looks from me, decided to become her husband.

The irony nearly killed me. I can still feel the pain shooting through my heart. I loved Becki, Finnick's mother, but that might be only because she reminded me of Katniss.

I'm happy for my son. I know he's a good man. But I'm also a little jealous, because in my mind, he's getting Katniss.

Ah, my reason for visiting the godforsaken place I swore never to return to? Well, I came to see my grandchild. Because in my head the child is mine and Katniss's. But that can never be. So my heart breaks again.