[[Dear Mommy and Daddy,
I never knew why people look at both of you with such respect. I thought it was because Daddy’s breads are delicious and Mommy’s games are always great. But now I know the truth. Not all of it. I’ll wait until you tell my brother and me about it, just like the tale of your first day at school and a rainy day behind Daddy’s old house.
Your curious daughter]]
[[My sweet little children,
You heard it again last night, didn’t you?
That’s why both of you curled up between Peeta and I, linked your fingers with us.
Thank you for being Peeta’s and mine.
I love both of you so much,
Dear Aunt Prim,
I have some questions for you. Why do Mommy and Daddy have nightmares all the time? How did you die? What is the Hunger Games? Why does Mommy get all teary when I ask? And why don’t Mommy and Daddy tell me any of it?
You know, you should stop thinking that I saved your life, in both Games. No, you kept me going, and if you would’ve died, I’d be lost, with no sister and no friends.
I love you. You’re a great father.
Have you ever looked at our children and realised after so many chances to die, we never gave in? When I look at you and them, I can finally put those memories away, and I realize that the odds really have been in our favor all this time.