I gaze out my window at District 12 and think of how much it has grown over the past 60 years. No longer does the annual Hunger Games continue and the district does not live in poverty under the reign of the Capitol. We are free to go where we want, when we want, and how we want. What it took to get here was and awful process; I lost so many loved ones. I shall see them again today. At this moment, my children, Meir and Prim, are out in the forest gathering the nightlock. I have grown to an age where my grief of my deceased loved ones has overcome me.
First, it was my loving and wise father who was killed in an explosion when the Capitol made us mine coal. Then, it was poor Rue in the arena; she was a magical wisp of a girl; as beautiful as the flowers I sent her away with. Next, it was Wiress; I hadn't known her for long, but she was in an organization to protect me. She died at the hand of a Career in the 75th annual Hunger Games. After the 75th Games, the Capitol bombed 12 and I lost my friend, Madge, I turn my attention to the woods; the electric fence no longer guards it, for it was tore down decades ago when 12 was declared free.
I go back to remembering. The next one on my list is Finnick, he was my good friend from 4 and he was killed by Capitol mutations. I feel tears as the death of my little sister, Prim, comes to mind. She was killed by the rebel's bombs. I named my brown- haired, blue-eyed daughter after her. After the rebellion, I lived happily with Peeta, but as time passed, more loved ones left us: Johanna and Annie, my closest friends, died of age, as did my mother. I have received word from 2 that Gale, my former friend and maybe something more, has also passed. The worst blow was when Peeta, my husband, my love, my life, died two years ago. I have struggled through it for my children, but now I know how my mother felt when my father died, like an empty shell; like half of my soul is missing. I need Peeta and I can't bear to be away from him any longer. My only friend left is Delly and she comes by now and then, but is often busy with her own family. My children have children who come and visit me sometimes. They like looking at the scrapbook Peeta and I made all those years ago.
I see Meir and Prim emerge from the woods, the deadly berries in hand. I smile, knowing that I will be with Peeta in a short amount of time. I feel happy, but also sad that I must leave my family here. They understand, but were somewhat reluctant to go gather the berries. They open the door to my house and walk in. I see tears forming in their eyes. This makes me hesitate to take the nightlock, but I know I must go through with it. I hug Prim; she has grown to be such a fair lady and I am so proud of her. I then embrace Meir who reminds me so much of Peeta which makes the grief even worse. I say goodbye to my two grandchildren, Lati and Treg. I sit back in my chair, give one last smile to everyone, and swallow the berries.
The first person I see is Peeta and I fall into his arms.