I see her. I do. Her name comes up so often, a it is a flower. I choke down tears every time.

Willow and Rye... they have no idea I had a sister, nor that I was in the Hunger Games, Quarter Quell, or was the Mockingjay. And hopefully they won't. Primrose Everdeen. Such a pretty, wonderfully pleasant name. As was she.
She was so grown up. So grown up that she wanted to save those kids... Generous. Peeta tells me it's okay to cry. He says we can talk. But I can't. The words don't come up.

Vomit does.

I remember seeing he realization on her face a mere second before it went off. I remember seeing her body... it's all too much. Even Gale says so.

Gale. He was so amazing. Now I never see him.

My heart is so scared, it's like a wound itself.

But I hide it well, for my kids. They can't know. Gale, Peeta, my mother, everyone. They won't tell them either. But if they learn it in school...

They might get scarred. Scarred of me, of Peeta, of Gale. We all killed people.

What if they don't accept me?

Like Prim did.

She always did.

Except the moment I volunteered.

She would have rathered she went in and died, than me.

Once again, she was generous.

She's with Dad, at least... and Rue, and Finnick... Ha... all my friends that are dead, she is with.

I'm almost jealous.

I feel tears stroll down my face. They land on the picture of her I'm holding. So I set it down.

Willow walks in.

She's back from her first day of 6th grade.

"Mom, what's wrong?"

I sniff and wipe my tears quickly. "Nothing. Go talk to Dad,"

"He's not home yet." She walks over to me and picks up the photo. "Who's she? You, when you were a kid? You were blonde?"

Can I tell her? "She's... she's my... sister..."

"Sister? Why haven't I met her? Why haven't you mentioned her?"

"No reason. Never mind, " I shrug like it's nothing. "What did you learn about in school?"

"We're learning about something that happened years ago. The Hunger Games,"

I think my heart just stopped. "O-oh? And, what exactly, did they tell you?"

"What it was, who President Snow was, District 13... The Victors... Quarter Quells... and eventually, we got to he part about the Mockingjay,"

I gulp- she knows. "Oh? Interesting, I assume?"

"You and Dad... you were the Mockingjay. You lead the rebellion. You were the first volunteer from 12 for..." Her eyes widen. "Primrose Everdeen... your sister... Peeta Mellark, also reaped... You two refused to kill each other. We watched that part on TV. Just because I was related. Why didn't you tell us?"

I sigh. "We never wanted you to know. And yes, all that is true. And Prim..." I look at her. "She became a doctor... and a bomb..."

She looks down in realization. "Oh..."

"Well, that was long ago. Don't tell Rye... not until he's older..."

She nods. "Uncle Gale... he also, was in the Hunger Games?"

"No. He just was in the war... and, also... he's not your uncle. He is my best friend. No relation. Of course, you may call him that. It brings him joy, "

She smiles faintly and sets down the picture. "Of course. " she turns and walks to the doorway. "She was pretty. Like you," and she walks out.

I see her... in my daughter. They are so much alike it hurts. And now she knows... she'll have questions. Questions I'm not ready to answer.

She was my sister. My little duck.

Prim.