Dandelions and Hope

From the text:

I dropped my gaze, embarrassed, and that’s when I saw it. The first dandelion of the year. A bell went off in my head. I thought of the hours spent in the woods with my father and I knew how we were going to survive.

To this day, I can never shake the connection between this boy, Peeta Mellark, and the bread that gave me hope, and the dandelion that reminded me that I was not doomed.

I had just turned away from Peeta Mellark’s bruised face when I saw the dandelion and I knew hope wasn’t lost.