Mama Gray Jay D9 Done

Gray Jay

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Our story begins many years ago, forty five to be exact. That was when I was born, on a clear cold December morning. I was a happy baby, not much of a crier, and my parents loved me quite a bit. We weren’t rich, living in district nine, but at least we were happy. Anyways, my childhood isn’t really important because my life didn’t really begin until I was about 19 when I met the love of my life, Blue. He was a bit of a scatterbrain but we completed each other. I was the neat freak while he was the collector. We fell in love, got married when I was 21, and moved into a nice five bedroom house, a house that would be perfect for a new family. We were married for about five years before our first child, Westimer Jay was born. He was a fairly good baby and I doted on him. About ten months after Wess, our second son Stellar came along. We called him Stellar because right from the start, I knew he would do stellarly in school.

Another year went by before I had Mocking, the daredevil of the family. To be honest, sometimes, I don’t understand why he does all the stupid shit he does. Oh, pardon my language. What am I doing? I don’t even know. Anyways, Mocking should learn from his older brothers about not being so reckless. Anyways, it was another two years before I had my first girl, Fawn. Fawn was always my favourite girl of the family. She was sweet and gentle and had a beautiful singing voice. I had always wanted a little girl, I was tired of boys. My pregnancy with Fawn was also the smoothest, unlike with Wess, whom made me throw up a lot and gave me morning sickness. I hate morning sickness. Although, as one can imagine, having four little kids meant a lot of messes. I’m a neat freak and can’t stand things when they’re out of place so most days while the four were little, I’d spend cleaning.

Another year later was when I had the fraternal twins, Storm and Mist. Another girl in the family besides Fawn and I. Storm, from a young age was always the bookworm of the family. He loved stories and sometimes, I would read to him when I got the chance although, having now six kids, that was rare. Blue, throughout all of this, was always there for me. He loved me and I in return loved him. He was still a scatterbrain but the kids made him grow up a little bit. He was still a huge collector and for some strange reason, decided to start putting his collections into Shoeboxes and storing them in the master bedroom. This drove me crazy because how were we supposed to put our six kids plus ourselves into four rooms? That was around the time I learned that I was once again pregnant, this time with a little baby boy, whom I named Red. Never in a million years would I believe that my youngest boy would lose his vision. Especially not in the way I’ve heard he lost it. I love my baby boy and I would do anything I could to make his life a lot easier.

About a year after Red was born, my youngest girl was born, Violet. She was and always will be, my little baby girl. Even now, she’s so innocent and sweet. I love all my children but I do have a few favorites; Stellar, Fawn, Red, and Violet. They are my favourites because they just are. Westimer is my other favourite because he and I are very similar. I can’t stand anything to be out of place while he likes to organize things. We are perfect when we work as a team and can clean the house in less than two hours. It’s a stunning feet to be perfectly honest.

About three years ago, Blue’s brother died in a horrific crash, along with his wife. This left their son Jabber Jay homeless and parentless. Of course, Blue and I took him in without hesitation, making 11 people in four bedrooms, a little cramped but we managed. I felt so bad for Jabber, having lost his parents so young. Then, to make matters worse, he was reaped into the 64th games. I know that he and Fawn were really close and it hurts her a lot. I’ve seen the pain in her eyes and I know that she’s mourning for him. Over the last three years, I’ve come to see Jabber as a ninth son. Losing him feels like someone’s ripped a child from me. I hate the Capitol, they're the ones who stole Jabber from our family. I know the rest of my family hates them too.

I have so much expectation for my second oldest son, Stellar. He's been able to see numbers all his life and I believe that it is a sign that he will do well. However, sometimes I wish he wasn't so lazy. I have to constantly harp on him to get anything done and it drives me crazy. I don't have such high expectations for the others because I know that Stellar is going to do the best of all of them. I've noticed though, that my second youngest son, Storm, is quite the book worm. Maybe if I got him to encourage Stellar, the two of them would become close. I want our family to help each other, especially after losing Jabber. I know they all loved him and some of them also saw him as another brother.

I like to think that I am a very warm and caring person although my children may not agree at times. I love each of my children and would open my heart to any of them if they came to me with a problem. at least I hope they would.

I will admit, I'm a serious neat freak. I hate it when things are out of place and it drives me mental when when anything is out of place. My husband for example, his collections are always a disaster. making my life harder. Sometimes I think he does it purposely, just to drive me crazy. He uses our biggest room, the master bedroom, to store all of his collections, forcing us and the eight kids under our watch into four rooms. Now that Jabber is no longer living with us, the two younger boys, Storm and Red, have their room to themselves. I feel so bad for them, I loved having Jabber in our house, even if he was a big chatterbox. To have him ripped from the family, it's hard and it hurts.

My appearance is something I try hard to keep up. I've got jet black hair, although there is definitely some salt in that black. I don't mind thought. It's been forty-five years that I've been around so I guess it's no surprise that I have some silver in there. I've got the signature Jay gray-blue eyes that most of my children inherited. My face is very regal looking with nice cheeks and dark lips. When I was younger, people used to say that I looked a lot more mature than I actually was and it made me feel good because it made me more responsible.

I am fairly tall, about five foot eleven inches tall. I walk with a very regal look, my head held high and my eyes bright. I am proud to be a Jay, one of the biggest, most extensive family in the district. My body has excellent posture and my skin is almost flawless, apart from the long scar along my stomach from one of the births. I will not say which because that would just be mean to say who ruined the flawlessness of my skin. I've got ugly knee's though, they're not very attractive and the skin on my legs is always dry and scaly. I really hope I haven't passed that on to any of my children, that would be seriously unfortunate.

My arms are long and graceful, the skin on them pale because I'm usually inside cleaning up. My clothes are usually comfortable when I'm at home but I dress in my best whenever we have people over or I go out to get groceries. My best isn't the absolute best by any means, considering we live in district nine but it's still quite nice. A long black skirt and a black blouse. Anyways, I believe that that is all there is to our story, I hope you enjoyed it.

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