The book
Written by Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark with help by Haymitch Abernathy
"Lady licking Prim's cheek
My father's laugh
Peeta's father with the cookies
The color of Finnick's eyes
What Cinna could do with a length of silk
Boggs reprogramming the Holo
Rue poised on her toe, arms slightly extended, like a bird about to take flight"
-From Mockingjay.
This idea has been rattling around in my head for the past week. So I finally took the time to sit down at my computer and I let my fingers hash it out. I think they did a pretty good job.
Primrose Everdeen
As lovely as the primrose for which she was named. I called her my little duck and I took care of her for her whole life. When her name was called during her very first reaping, I took her place. I promised her that I would come back for her, and I did. I survived the games and I was able to hold her in my arms again. I wish I still could.
Prim loved life and animals, she was a healer, a lover, a sweetheart. She was smart and gave very good advice, I should have taken it more often.
All of my favorite memories are of her. But several in particular stand out.
She had a goat, Lady, who would lick Prim's cheek. I brought Lady to Prim, she was in terrible shape and it was almost certain that she would die. But Prim was stubborn and wouldn't hear of it, she took care of that goat like it was her own baby and she nursed Lady back to health.
Then there was Buttercup, oh how I hated that old cat, but he's now buried underneath the primrose bushes outside of the house. He had a face that only a mother could love, and how Prim loved him.
She was a special girl, and held a special place in my heart.
I miss you Prim.
I could fill up pages upon pages just on Prim, but that wouldn't be fair to everyone else who lost their life because of the Capitol.