"Daddy, what happened to my grandparents?" Rye asked his father curiously. Peeta looked down at his nine year old son. "Do you remember in school how you learned about the rebellion?" He asked.
"The one mommy was in?" Peeta nodded. "Of course I do daddy, but what has that got to do with anything?"
"Do you remember what happened to District 12?" Peeta asked. "How all those people died? Of course I do, daddy."
"My parents were some of those people." Rye gasped, "Daddy….I…" He whispers.
Peeta picked Rye up and carried him back to his room, "It's alright son." He placed Rye gently on his bed and kissed him softly on the head. Rye watched as he shut the door.
He didn't want to go to sleep, so Rye listened to his parents outside of his room. "Why would you tell him that?" He heard his mother ask, "He's only nine." Next his father spoke, "He would've found out eventually. Better sooner than later."
Rye wondered what else he hadn't been told yet. He concluded that he should ask his sister tomorrow, and go to sleep now.