Your older cousin, Tigris, was like your mother. She could be an amazing mother if she wanted to be one.

But you guys didn’t have enough money to get by yourselves since after the dark days. Since the rebellion and war.

You were the youngest, Coriolanus was the middle child, and Tigris was the oldest.

She’s been taking care of you two and your Grandma’am since your parents died.

She had adjusted your fathers old dress shirt for Coriolanus and your mothers old dress for you all in one day. Just for the Reaping ceremony where it’s determined who gets the Plinth prize this year.

She was smiling at both of you. Like a mother. Except this was way better.

“You two look amazing!” She says after a beat as she grabs Coriolanus’ hand, then yours.

She always treated you like her own child after your fathers death, she knows it hit you hard.