Chapter 28 postscript

They play on the "pasture".One was a bouncing little girl with dark hair and blue eyes, and the other was a little boy with blond curly hair and gray eyes.The little boy followed the little girl, toddling on his chubby calves.It took me five, ten, fifteen years to finally agree.Peeta wants them so badly.When I first felt her baby move, I was terrified, a feeling every woman has, as old as time.Only when I held my daughter in my arms did I feel joy and relief.It was easier when I had my son in my womb, but not much easier. Here comes the problem.The arena has been completely destroyed, a monument has been erected, and there will be no more Hunger Games.But by studying the school books, the students will also know about the Hunger Games, and the daughter will know that we participated in the Hunger Games.The son will also know in a few years.How can I tell them all this without scaring them?My children, they think everything is true in these beautiful lyrics:

In that distant pasture, there is a curved willow tree, and under the willow tree is a soft and green grass like a pillow; lie gently on the pasture, close your sleepy sleepy eyes; when you open your eyes , the sun will rise.Here is safe and warm, where the daisies protect your home, where your dreams are sweet, tomorrow will come true, here is my love for you.My children, they do not know that they are playing in a cemetery. Peeta says everything will be fine.With each other and with the book, we will make the children understand and make them strong at the same time.But there will be a day when I will tell them about my nightmares, why I have them, and why they never go away.

I'll tell them how I beat my nightmares, and I'll tell them how I woke up one morning unhappy because I feared it would all be gone.At this time, I will remember every good thing that everyone has done.It's like a game, a game that's been played over and over again, and it's been a bit exhausting after more than twenty years. However, this is a tougher game.