When my father died

Daily life

Wake up.
    That's what started my day everyday. Nobody said it to me, no alarm to wake me up but I just knew when. Something went off in my brain.
    I get up. I see if there's any food. There isn't. I wake up my mother. What ever tells me in my brain to get up doesn't work in hers. I note that Katniss isn't home. She must of left early. I know how hard she is trying. It hurts I can't help her, but I help my mother.
      Under over cross, under over cross, I steadily plant a braid in her hair. I take this time to think. I'm losing weight and so is she. Katniss doesn't seem to be but I think that's because her muscles are growing. If we were boys it would be easier to get work. But we're not.
     Sometimes I wonder how grief doesn't affect Katniss. I'm so sad and angry so much of the time. She might think the same of me though. I just help my mother and now sometimes I help Katniss. Braids are my specialty now. I hide a small smile, Katniss doesn't think I know but she always undoes the braids I do in her hair. Mine look good but don't work for hunting. I still do it though because it makes her happy. That's all I can do.
      The sun is barley up yet. It just glimmers on the table slightly though out small window. It's not really a window, only a small crack. I like to pretend we're rich and have nice Windows and ties at the end of our braids. But we don't.
     I bush my teeth, brush my mothers teeth, clean the table and wash off my fathers mirror. He didn't like the layer of coal that settlers on everything in our district. I think he would like it, it's the only thing I can do to honour his memory.
      So I make Katniss smile, I braid our hair and clean the house. I try as hard as I can but it's not enough. What if me and Katniss trying isn't enough? What will happen to us?

(Sorry I haven't been posting chapters lately, I've been really busy with school)