“i had a friend who went that year,” says my mother quietly. “maysilee donner. her parents owned the sweatshop. they gave me her songbird after. a canary.”
prim and i exchange a look. it’s the first time we’ve ever heard of maysilee donner. maybe because my mother knew we would want to know how she died.
REREADING SUNRISE ON THE REAPING IS GOING TO BREAK ME. just reading her name in catching fire is making me so emotional.














