They play in the meadows... the little boy with his short stumpy legs and the girl with two braids flowing down the side of her head. Her eyes are blue, his eyes are grey. The boy with strawberry blonde ringlets. It amazes me how much Peeta loves them. He loves them more than life its self. They are by far his favourite things in the world. Of course , I love her too , beyond comparison , but that sparkle in his eyes when he sees them; its ... magical. It reminds me why I finally caved into his pleas. We live in 12, it's just me, Peeta, Haymitch and the two most precious things in my world... Josh and Jen. Haymitch is the god father of Josh and Jen and loves them almost as much as me and Peeta ... almost. We live in the Victors Village. It's enclosed and away from public view, everyone knows where it is ... no one dares to enter. No one can get in and we rarely go out, Peeta leaves once a month to get foods and paints , and I leave once a month to hunt in the forest for meats. When times become particularly hard, I go into the forest just to escape the world, to get away from reality just for a few hours. Although that is rare and happens once every blue moon
They were growing older ... the girl started school and started becoming more aware of the world around her. She started asking questions ... questions I didn't really want to answer but knew that she needed to know. We decided to ease her in ( me and Peeta ). Decided we'd start off with the simple , minor details and build up to the horrors. How can you tell a child about the world you used to live in , lived through, without scaring her to death. Peeta assured me we will do it together. Promised me we will do it in such a way that she wont get nightmares but is still aware of the atrocities that form our past. So we did it that way ... we explained about my nightmares and why they wont ever really go away. We explained about how sometimes daddy gets memories . Memories that make the veins in his knuckles stick out and the force he grips the back of a chair with. Why he stays there for 5...10...15 minutes at a time. Agony written on his face and fear dancing in his eyes.