Satin O'day | District 8 | CBD3 | FIN

You would follow anyone to the graveyard.

That is what you were told as you went to your sisters funeral. She didn’t die because of the games, but because she got too sick to go on. It caught up with her, and your family prayed that it would take you with it.

You were always weak as a child, but you didn’t let that stop you from expressing yourself. You mother taught you to knit at a young age, mostly because she knew that you would be forced to do it at some point in order to make some sort of income.

But you fell in love with it. Keeping your hands busy it what got you through the most stressful times, and you were appreciative to learn such a craft.

Sometimes you were able to make light income on the side when your parents couldn’t make ends meet, and while you still weren’t strong, you found so many ways to make up for it.

A tiny fighter you were, and you didn’t even need to hold up a fist.

You were powerful.