There have been plenty of times where I wished I had a normal household. Normal friends. Normal relatives. Normal parents. I just wanted to be plain and simple. Not a child of the famous Peeta Mellark and Katniss Everdeen. A child of the Mockingjay. Even people I've known since I've been born, stare when I walk around town selling my game. Yes, before you ask, I hunt just like my mother and I paint just like my father. My brother knows how as well, but he took over the baking aspect and cooking what I catch. We're a team with our parents; I hunt with our mom and my brother works in the bakery with our father.
Our parents are still damaged from the war, but Aunt Johanna has told us that they were much worse right after the Rebellion and the 15 years in between then and my brother and my birth. Countless times we have woken up from her screaming, still thinking she is still the Games or that she re-witnessing her sister in the explosion trying to save people. Countless of times have we walked into the studio and our father staring at nothing with a blank expression, and Mom telling us to leave him be for an hour or two. In the end, it is always our parents who save each other when they become catatonic or hysterical.
Sometimes I do wish I had normal parents, but, honestly, I wouldn't want to have it any other way.