Since their father died, I have only been able to think of him. He was so kind and thoughtful. And he sang beautifully. Sometimes when he sang even the birds stopped to listen. I miss him so much. When they told us he was dead I thought I was dreaming. It was so horrible. There wasn't even a body we could bury and pay our respects to. He just went. Now I can hardly bear to do anything. It all reminds me of him. Before he died, there was plenty of food in the house. Now there is none except when katniss gets it. I once told her she eats like she will never see food again. She said she wouldn't if she didn't bring it home. That made me think. I tried to help them in the time up to the reaping but most of the time I couldn't get out of bed. Prim was glad to have me back but it was like katniss had built up a wall between us. A wall that I could never knock down. On the day of the reaping I laid out clothes for both of them. One of my own dresses for katniss. I tried so hard to be happy for them. But it always ended in tears.