She woke up early, like every day; ever since the man she married died in a mining accident, the days have dragged on, but one force pushes her forward despite the difficulties: her two daughters.

Katniss, currently 16, and Primrose, currently 12, are the light of her eyes, her most precious treasure. She is willing to break her back for them, she cannot give in to the despair and pain of having lost the love of her life; the man for whom she left her "rich" city life, no, she cannot. She has lost her husband, they have lost their father, and they still need her so much, both of them.

Driven by this thought, the woman, who is not yet thirty, gets out of bed early, sensing that her eldest daughter has already risen as well. As guilty as she feels, she can't do without Katniss's help, constantly reminding her that she wants to help and that it's not your fault if you, even if you are the mother of the family, needs her help.

Her mom, yes, that's who you are, and you should be looking after the girls, right? And yet... You need help, and Katniss willingly gives it to you, despite the guilt that grips you every single second day, the terror that grips you every time she goes into the woods to hunt, you can't help it; you've become slightly paranoid since your husband died.

"Mom... Are you ready?" Katniss's voice pulls you from your negative thoughts, like a ray of light shining, determined, through the window.

You look at her and smile. Those two are all you have left, and come hell or high water, they'll always have everything they need to live. And you... You'll always protect them; a mother's loving word.