Chapter 12:
I spend the morning cleaning up around the house. Every time I spend time cleaning I end up thinking about my mother and Prim. Mostly Prim. They were always the ones who kept the house clean, when I was out hunting and trading. Prim was just a little girl who didn't deserve all the pressure of keeping a house up when my father died. My mother finally helped Prim after the first games, so when I clean my house in the Victor's Village I think of both of them. Everything in my house is a ghost of what my life used to be. My hunting boots, my knowledge, and singing are from my father. The comfort, healing, and cleaning are from Primrose and my mother. The designs, wisdom, and Captiol clothes are from Cinna. The hunting skills are from Gale. The old ropes I have from District 13 are from Finnick. The old shriveled pine needles are from Johanna Mason. The silver parachutes from Haymitch. The pearl from Peeta. The Mockingjay pin is from Madge. It's from all of them. And suddenly in the middle of cleaning, I stop dead in my tracks. Because all of a sudden I realize I want to, I NEED to, make sure I never lose any of these things, any of these people, any of these memories. I don't want to only channel my family and friends. I want them to become a part of me; I want them to be forever.
