Dear Rue,
Every night I see you in the stars, looking down, protecting us. Mother and Father still fear for us even though the games are over. But the games are over, they can't hurt us anymore! But I still have nightmares about you being stabbed by that horrible man. How you died with the spear in your tummy still terrifies us all.
We don't have to worry about food anymore; we no longer have to eat out of trashcans.
The government even bought us a house, because of you, and I even have my own room!
We all miss you but I feel like my grief is the worst. There are dreams in which I feel like I can hug you, that you're alive again.
But their just dreams and your not really there.
Even though you died three years ago, I can still remember everything about you,
How you had a look of determination when you worked or the darkness of your eyes and hair. I was really angry when you died, Rue for that I'm sorry! You promised that you wouldn't die, that you'd come home and we'd all live in the pretty houses in the village. Then I cried for you, knowing that we'd never sing songs after work in the fields or make necklaces together. Your voice was silenced forever and the Mockingjay's haven't sung ever since. I know your somewhere better than here and I that we'll be together again
Love, your little sister