[The Hunger Games movie or book Franchises don't belong to me credits to Suzanne Collins and Lionsgate]

They play in the Meadow. The dancing girl with the dark hair and blue eyes. The boy with blond curls and gray eyes, struggling to keep up with her on his chubby toddler legs. It took five, ten, fifteen years for me to agree. But Peeta wanted them so badly. When I first felt her stirring inside of me, I was consumed with a terror that felt as old as life itself. Only the joy of holding her in my arms could tame it. Carrying him was a little easier, but not much.

The questions are just beginning. The arenas have been completely destroyed, the memorials built, there are no more Hunger Games. But they teach about them at school, and the girl knows we played a role in them. The boy will know in a few years. How can I tell them about that world without frightening them to death? My children, who take the words of the song for granted:

Deep in the meadow, under the willow

A bed of grass, a soft green pillow

Lay down your head, and close your sleepy eyes

And when again they open, the sun will rise.

Here it's safe, here it's warm

Here the daisies guard you from every harm

Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true

Here is the place where I love you.

My children, who don't know they play on a graveyard.

Peeta says it will be okay. We have each other. And the book. We can make them understand in a way that will make them braver. But one day I'll have to explain about my nightmares. Why they came. Why they won't ever really go away. I'll tell them how I survive it. I'll tell them that on bad mornings, it feels impossible to take pleasure in anything because I'm afraid it could be taken away. That's when I make a list in my head of every act of goodness I've seen someone do. It's like a game. Repetitive. Even a little tedious after more than twenty years.

But there are much worse games to play.

The End
- ( Excerpt from Mockingjay )

I wake up from my sleep startled . It takes me a moment to recover so I close my eyes again to sleep again . I feel as if I had consecutive dreams one after another filling my mind as I slept . I know that many events took place but I have no memories of them . " Katniss , Katniss , wake up we're going to be late " a voice shakes me out of the fog of sleep . I open my eyes to see my little sister Primrose " Prim ? " I stare at her in disbelief she was here , but that shouldn't't surprise me she lived in the same house with me she always here so why did it surprise me ? " Morning Katniss " she greets at the foot of my bed . I leap up and pull her into an embrace for some reason I feel such relief and I hug prim tighter " Katniss I can't breathe and we have to go ." she protest . I let go and kiss her forehead " Katniss what happened it's just me " she asks her eyes narrowing . " I don't know I just feel like I lost you somehow and now I found you again " I tell her the truth . " Katniss I'm not going anywhere I'm fine and I'm right here you don't have to worry about me " she shake her head and hugs me . " I always worry about you little duck " I release my grip and put my hands on her shoulders . " Oh Katniss we have to go get ready quick or you'll be late for school ... again." she says suddenly . I get dressed and get my backpack and head down stairs where my mother waits with plate of food . I almost finished my plate when my father walks to the table where I sit he kisses my forehead . I stare him as well in even greater disbelief he was here too it felt impossible for him to be here but yet here he was , he never left neither of them had . He examined my expression " What's wrong Katniss ? " . " Nothing " I shook off the shock he was here and that is all that mattered I jumped and hugged him as I did with my little sister . " I love you dad " I tell him . " I love you too sweetheart " he kisses my forehead again . Prim comes running into kitchen and hugs mom , dad , and me gooodbye " Bye Katniss see you after school " she calls over her shoulder . " You Should get going too you're already late " my father reminds me ." You're right ". I say looking at the wall clock . I grabbed my things hug and kiss my parents goodbye and step out into the morning .