5 year old Katniss's pov

I walk home with daddy and tell him about my first day.

"And what did this boy day to you?" he asks smiling.

"He came up to me and said hello and I said hi. And then he… told me I was beautiful."

My daddy looks down at me, "Oh what a nice young man. And what did you say to him."

I look up to him nervously and embarrassed although I don't really know why, "I said he was handsome." my father's laughs.

"And was he?"

I make up the image of my mine, beautiful blue eyes, blond hair that feel in curls in his eyes, a grin stretched across his face, broad chin. "Yes."

"Oh and then what happened?" he asks curiously.

"He wanted to be friends and I said okay." I say.

"And?" he pushes.

"I sung that valley song and when I took my seat he kept staring at me with his mouth open."

My father laughs.

"After a while he told me that I have the most beautiful voice he's ever heard." I remember the heat that rose to my cheeks.

"What a kind boy." my father says.

"Yes he was very sweet."

My father looks down at me with a strange look.

"What was his name?" he asks.

"Peeta Mellark." I tell him.

"Mellark?" he asks confused.

"Yes…" I venture.

"The baker's son?"

"I think so." I don't understand about what's wrong with him being a baker. "Why?" I ask.

"It's nothing sweetheart. It's just, he's a merchant." what's wrong with a merchant?

"Is being a merchant bad?"

"Oh no! No that's not what I meant Katniss. It's just, merchants and people from the Seam don't get along too good."

"Wasn't mommy a merchant? And you a Seam boy?" I ask stopping.

"Well yes, but," he stops to think and we continue walking.

"But what?" what is wrong if we are friends? Mommy and daddy are married."

"Honey I'll tell you when you're older."

"Dad. I'm a big girl." I stomp my feet.

"I know you are my little mockingjay." he swoops me up off my feet and carries me the rest of the walk him.

"Daddy?"

"Yes my little mockingjay?" he asks with his warm smile.

"Can I be friends with Peeta." I give him big doe eyes.

"Sweetheart I do not mind if you are friends with him. It's just his parents might not like it too much." I says slowly.

"Why?" Why do they not like me? They haven't meet me so they don't know.

Daddy takes a big sigh, "Well because the Seam and merchants are very different. The Seam people do not have as much money as the merchants do and have to work in the mines." he looks at me warily, "And some merchants think they're better than us."

We are all human. How is that they don't treat us as equals? I am about to say something but he says, "All in good time sweetheart."