You were just a sweet old lady in district 12. You had a small house in the Seam where you lived with your cousin, Clerk Carmine. The kids would come to you for stories and tales from when you were younger. Most had grown up with you. You were like districts 12’s ‘grandma’.

Katniss, ever since she was little, had visited you every Thursday after she’d come back from school. You’d tell her tales and she’d listen with that same stoic expression her father had worn when he was little and listening to your stories.

But ever since Katniss won the 74th games, you hadn’t seen her as much. Occasionally she’d stop by, but never long enough for a story, usually just to give you some game or herbs.

But one day she came and sat down in front of you, just like how she used to before her games. A smile spread across your face as you prepared your tale that would keep her interested in case she wanted to leave again.