disclaimer:I don't own the hunger games. sadly.
A.N: I realize that there were a few mistakes in my Delly story. I'm still learning!
It's hard to believe that my little sister left this earth four years ago. Sweet, loving, Prim. But its harder to believe that she would have been sixteen today. I can't help but wonder what she would be doing if she was...still around. I know she would have been a beautiful young lady. I wonder if she would be training to become a doctor
I look out my window, and see the delicate pink primroses that Peeta planted in memory of my baby sister. Prim, in a way, taught me how to love. For the longest time, Prim was the only person I knew that I loved. It wasn't till much later when I realized that I love Peeta.
"We all loved her." Peeta said as he gently put his hand on my shoulder. I turn around to see Peeta, with a paint smudge on his hand.
"I know. It's just...I can't believe that I'll never get to see her grow up, or get married, or become a doctor. That is hard for me." I state as cough as a desperate attempt not to burst out crying. I don't like crying in front of Peeta. Oh course he would never judge me, but I hate looking weak.
"She's a little angel now." he says in a quiet whisper as he smiles sadly.
"I made Prim a present." Peeta says after a moment of silence. "Maybe if we celebrate her birthday...it will seem like she's still here." He grasps my hand and he begins to walk into the spacious room that we call the art studio.
As soon as I register what was depicted on the colorful canvas in the center of the room, I can feel the hot tears brim in my eyes. The painting is of a young girl with light hair and light eyes. She's sitting in a meadow as she smiles as if there was not a care in the world. I can feel the tears stream down my face. I'm absolutely speechless. This is one of the sweetest things anybody has ever done for me. In a way, this painting almost makes me feel as if she's here. It's almost like I can feel her, and its comforting to say the least.
"Do you like it?" Peeta asks nervously.
"Words can't describe how beautiful it is, Peeta." I manage to say through tears. Then I remembered how I hated to cry in front of Peeta. But this time...I didn't care.
"happy birthday Prim." Peeta whispers.