"Dad?" My daughter asks asks me in her pix of Capitol and regular accent
"Yeah,"
"Can you tell me about you and Mom?"
I nod my head as I stand at the gravestone of my love. My daughter is ten now, and has witnessed almost as bad as I have.
"Your mother was my soul mate." I say as tears threaten to spill, but I know I can't cry. Because once I start crying, I'll never stop. I need to stay strong. For my daughter.
"What's a soul mate?" She asks
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What's A Soul Mate?
FanfictionI loved her. But her death seemed not real. My daughter is finally old enough to understand what Effie and I were. I choose not to cry, knowing that it will upset my daughter. I have to stay strong. I have to stay strong for her. So I saw this video...
