One day, Mom told me the story of a girl named Rue. She was my age, and when my mom met her, she said that Rue reminded her of my Aunt Prim, Mom's sister. Whenever Mom mentions Prim, she gets this faraway look in her eyes. She must miss her a lot. I wonder what she was like all the time. Once, dad told me I look like her. Dirty blonde hair, with blue grey eyes, and I felt proud that I was like the aunt I've never met. Mom and Dad hold her in a high respect, and I want them to do the same for me. But, anyway, I'm getting off topic. Where was I…? Oh yeah, Rue. That girl, she was amazing. She could climb like a monkey, and never lose her balance. She was fast, and knew how to keep herself alive just by eating the right kinds of plants. And Mom told me she was brave. She was shy, but she was brave when she helped Mom destroy their enemy's food supply. She died young though. When Mom gets to the part about her dying, I see her get tears in her eyes. She always sings me the lullaby that she sang to Rue when she tells me about her death. Sometimes I cry too. I cry because that sweet girl never saw her family again. I cry because she didn't deserve to die. I cry because that girl, that wonderful, smart, talented girl, never got the life she deserved. I miss you Rue. Even though I never met you, I wish I could.