"Primrose Everdeen"
No this couldn't be happening, not my baby girl, my little Prim who was like me in some ways, her looks and her passion for healing but more like her father in her other ways with her smartness. I just couldn't understand how her name was chosen when it was in there only once, it made no sense. I could see her slowly walking towards the stage and I was powerless to do anything. My little girl was as good as dead and I prayed silently that someone would help stop this.
All of a sudden I hear her, my firstborn daughter Katniss "I volunteer, I volunteer as tribute." I look over and see her push Prim behind her making sure she's out of the way.I hear Prim screaming "No, no, no!" and watch as Gale grabs her. He brings her over to me and I pull her close to me and hold her tight to comfort her. I'm glad she's safe but its come at a cost, the cost of my older daughters life and it takes all my strength not to break down and cry at losing another person from our family. I don't know how I'd cope without her, the one who had been their for her sister when I was not.
I look up at the stage where Katniss has now been joined by the bakers son Peeta Mellark. I notice the determination on her face, the strength, the bravery and I realise that maybe I was wrong, I wouldn't lose her. Maybe she could win these games, my daughter the one that helped this family to survive when her Father died, for she wasn't weak like I was and for that, I was grateful.