Summary:The Mockingjay’s birthday has been declared a national holiday.
“What?” I nearly shout, clutching the paper tightly in both hands.
From the table, Peeta looks up from a drawing he’s been working on for the last hour. “Hmm?” he asks absentmindedly. I don’t answer, still too absorbed in the letter to process a response. This, ironically, captures Peeta’s full response as he forgets the drawing on the table. “Katniss, what is it?” he asks more urgently.
I didn’t even know how to begin to respond. “They… they’re turning my birthday into a national holiday. In honor of me.” Finally, I manage to tear my eyes away to look at him.
Summary: “If I ask you to name all the things you love, how long will it take for you to name yourself?” A story on finding hope, forgiveness and love in a world they never imagined they would survive. Post-MJ. Previously.
“So, here you are,
too foreign for home
too foreign for here.
Never enough for both.” - Ijeoma Umebinyuo
“She’s upset,” Haymitch remarked, watching
as Effie stormed past him in the living room to the kitchen. “I know when she’s upset. Don’t work with
someone for 15 years and not know. What the hell happened?”
Peeta let out a sigh as he unwrap the scarf around his
“Just a little set back,” he said.
“Set back ‘bout what?” Haymitch pressed.
“She’s in the kitchen making tea and if that’s chamomile,
then it’s got to be serious.”
At that, Peeta arched an eyebrow but Haymitch stood
his ground, not reacting to it at all. He knew Effie well and that was not
something he should be embarrassed about, even if the boy was looking at him
with a half-amused smile playing on his lips.
Haymitch peered into the kitchen to see the box of tea
bags on the counter.
“Definitely chamomile,” he confirmed, reading the
label. “So spit it out.”