Dear Finnick,
I miss you sweetie. Life's not the same without you. Your father and I moved back into our original home. Living in Victor's Village was too hard for us. We couldn't wake up every morning and knock on your door, hoping you'd wake up, but you won't. Because you're no longer here with us. I've been seeing Annie. I can see why she's so special to you. I hope you loved her as much as I loved your father. Baby Finnick wants to learn how to use a trident. Well, sort of. Since he's only 5, we can't really let him hold it. So we just give him plush ones to throw.
Like I said earlier, we moved out of the house you won for us. Yet, we still own it. Your room is exactly how you left it. It's actually turned into a museum. Students from school go on field trips there. They learn all about you. Sometimes your father and I tell stories about your training and how you came to be such a wonderful person. I love you Finnick.
Love,
Mom
