Clara.

Mommy and Daddy have already tucked me into bed. I've been lying here for over an hour. I can't believe it. I know that it wasn't their fault, but they still did it.

Once they told me, I was shocked. Then for about five minutes I was okay with that, but that vanished very quickly. I just can't believe it.

"Clara?" I hear. I guess Orion woke up and saw me sitting up in bed. "Why are woo stiw awake?"

"I couldn't sleep," I say. I'm not lying. That is the truth. It's just not the whole truth.

"Are woo okay?" he asks. Orion is so sweet.

"Yeah, I'm okay," I lie.

"Okay," he says. He lies back down and falls asleep. I get up and go downstairs for a drink of water.

"Are you okay?" I hear Mommy ask. I turn around and nod, but she doesn't fall for it. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay, Mommy. I would have to find out sooner or later. I guess sooner was better," I say. I smile and she chuckles. I really wish Mommy would laugh more often. "Why are you awake?"

"I had a nightmare," she says. I nod. She's had these nightmares for as long as I can remember. I never knew what they were about, but now I have a pretty good guess.

I whisper, "Was it about the Hunger Games?" She nods and I shake my head. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay, Sweetie. If it wasn't for the Hunger Games, I wouldn't have been with your father. Then I wouldn't have you," she says, smiling. I smile too and I have to ask her a question.

"If you hadn't been with Daddy, who would you be with?" I ask her.


Katniss.

"If you hadn't been with Daddy, who would you be with?" she asks. Danget. Of all questions that she could ask me, she had to pick this one.

"Honest?" I ask. She nods so I have to tell her. I can't believe I'm doing this. "I would be with Gale." Her jaw drops.

"Really?" she asks.

"Really," I admit.

"Why?" she asks. "And why did you choose Daddy?" Do I really have to answer another embarrassing question?

"Well, I liked him and he liked me. We were both adventurous and had to hunt to survive. Panem was very poor back then, so we had to make sure our families could eat," I say. "We also worked together in the rebellion and had known each other for a very long time." She nods.

"Why did you pick Daddy?" she asks again. I really don't want to say this, but I have to.

"There were many reasons. I started actually loving him after the capitol made me fake it. We had also been through so much together. There's another reason, but…" I trail off.

"But what?" she asks.

"But I don't want to talk about it. It hurts too much," I explain.

"Please tell me, Mommy," she is very persistent. I guess she got that from me.

"He killed Aunt Prim," I say. Her jaw drops, yet again, and I see a tortured look in her eyes.

"What? How?" she asks.

"He didn't mean to do it," I say.

"Mom, what happened?" she asks again. Wow. That's the first time that she's ever called me mom. When did I stop being mommy? Is she really growing up that much?

"He invented a bomb. First a minor explosion would go off, but it wouldn't kill anyone. Then people would rush forward to help the injured and a bigger bomb would go off, killing the injured and the helpers," I explain. "Aunt Prim was going to help heal people and the second explosion killed her."

"Why would he invent a horrible thing like that?" my sweet seven-year-old asks me.

"It was in the rebellion. It was meant to help the rebels win, but they rebels decided to help injured people, and not everyone knew what those bombs did," I explain to her. I don't want her to think that Gale is a horrible person, but he did do a horrible thing.

"So he didn't mean to kill her?" she asks.

"No. It was an accident," I confirm. She nods and looks down. Poor Clara. It was her birthday and she had to learn all this horrible stuff.

"Mommy, Can I sleep with you and Daddy tonight?" she asks. Yes, I'm back to mommy.

"Sure, Pumpkin. Anything that will help you," I say. I've already had my nightmare tonight, so I shouldn't wake up screaming and scare her to death.

We walk back to our room and she lies down next to Peeta. I get into bed next to her and Peeta rolls over. He sees us and smiles.

"Well hello," he says.

"She couldn't sleep and I said she could sleep with us tonight," I explain. He nods and kisses her forehead.

"Mommy, will you sing?" she asks me.

"Sure, Honey," I say. I get out of bed and walk back to the living room where she left all of her presents. I grab the song book and go back to our room.

When I get there I look in the book. It says the lyrics on the top of the page and has a little scale on the bottom, showing you how to sing the songs. I can see why people might need help. Some of the songs in this book are very old. I see a song called Hey Diddle Diddle and Jack and Jill. I start singing a song that I heard once, only once.

Mary, Mary, quite contrary.

How does your garden grow?

With silver bells, and cockle shells, and pretty maids all in a row.

I think I heard my mother singing it. It was about flowers and Prim and I were both flowers, so she taught us the song.

"That's very pretty," Clara says. I nod.

"I know," I say. I put the book on the table next to the bed and ask her, "Are you upset that your parents were in the Hunger Games?"

"No," she says. "Are you upset that you were?"

"No," I admit. It did make me who I am today, and I like who I am.

"Admit it, you actually think that it's a little bit cool," Clara says. I smile. Yes, it is a little cool. Peeta and I survived the Hunger Games, twice.

"Okay," I say. "I admit it. But only a little bit." She smiles and we all lie down and fall asleep.


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