"Ali! Hurry up!" I hear my little Harry yell. I see him run across the Meadow that used to be my sacred place with Gale.
Gale.
I keep having to remind myself that he is gone. He didn't want to be around me anymore. I think that its because he didn't want to deal with all the drama I caused him. He would probably say that he couldn't bear seeing me happy and married to Peeta. The thought of me having two kids with Peeta would probably make him drop dead from pain. Harry runs around on his little nine year old feet while Ali sits reading her book. My little Ali's twelfth birthday is tomorrow. This time of year would be when I would have to get her a reaping dress, but I don't have to worry about that anymore. There is no more reaping. President Snow is long dead and the Hunger Games are over forever. Or I would like to believe they are.
The nightmares and the memories are what still remain. I wake up in the middle of the night screaming. Peeta knows exactly what to do now, he has had so much practice. He nestles me in his arms while he kisses my forehead over and over again until I have calmed down. By the end of his cooing, Peeta is covered in my hot sticky sweat. I don't know how he can deal with it, but he does. He lives through my flaws.
We both try to keep our childhoods far from our lives now, but we both know that we will never forget those horrible times when we had to fight to the death in the arenas. Ali knows about what her father and I went through, she is taught about it in school. But Harry is a harder one. He gets so emotional and Peeta and I don't know how to tell him about our past. He knows about Primrose. I told him that she died in a war. I never told him that I led that war. I never told him that I was the cause of the war.
We visit my mom every now and then. It isn't a long car ride to the district she lives in, so we haven't lost total communication. Mom breaks down into tears every time she sees Ali because she looks just like Prim. The hair, eyes, and everything. I know Ali feels honored to have such a strong bond to her grandmother, but I also know that she is confused and doesn't know how to deal with the situation. We are going to. Visit my mother for Ali's birthday. A child's twelfth birthday is one of the most important of them all. Ali picked out a new outfit for her birthday. She chose to wear a white blouse and blue skirt. She came skipping down the steps all ready to go. I asked her to spin around in a circle. All I noticed was that the back of her shirt was untucked. I told her "Tuck in your tail in, little duck. "