"Hey mom?" Willow called from her spot near the fireplace, "What was your mom like?" Katniss looked down at her lap, not wanting to meet her daughter's eyes. "It's a very long story." She hesitated for just a moment, "But I guess you're ready for it."
"My mom tried to be a good mom, I think. She healed many people. She always took care of me and my little sister before our dad died." Willow interrupted, "What happened to your sister?"
"That's a story for another day." Katniss said. Willow would've pressed her harder for information, but she looked as if she were about to burst into tears. "When our dad died, she became almost lifeless. I had to take over the caregiver role." Confusion flashed over Willow's face, she couldn't imagine having to care for Rye.
"Was it hard?" Willow asked, trying to understand. "I suppose so. We had my sister's goat and I hunted for food almost daily, but sometimes we still went hungry. Living in one of the poorest communities in Panem didn't help much. Things did change between the both us quite a bit when I was reaped in the Hunger Games."
"I'll tell you about that too, but another day. I'd rather not tell that story to you at eleven years old. Now go and find Rye to play with or something." Katniss sighed as Willow ran off to find her little brother.
Sorry for not updating! I'll try to develop a schedule over the next few weeks!