Finding the Missing Piece: Book 6

Chapter Five

Katniss POV-

"Momma, look. That girl is crying." Willow points out across the restaurant.

There's a girl at a table, sitting completely alone-obviously crying.

Immediately, my motherly instincts kick in and I want to go over to her but she's like 12 probably so that would be weird. And I don't even know her either and it would be terrible of me to leave Willow here when this is suppose to be kind of a special thing for us tonight.

And we have been having a pretty good time.

I frown, conflicted on what to do.

"I wonder why her is crying?" Willow says with a frown.

"I don't know." I say softly, trying to ignore the voice that tells me I need to go over anyways because it's the right thing to do.

I don't know how many times I've been in these types of situations.

Willow frowns, "Maybe you should go talk to her?" She suggests.

I feel relieved when I hear those words leave her mouth.

I know Willow wouldn't at all be mad if I went to talk to her for a few minutes but she may get her feelings hurt and that's the last thing I want to do.

"Why?" I ask her, shocked she's suggested it herself.

"Because you always make me feel better when I am crying. I bet she would feel better if you go talk to her."

I smile sadly, proud of my baby, "You wouldn't be mad if I went for a few minutes?"

She shakes her head, "Nope. You just better not leave me because I don't got no money for all this food."

I can't help but to laugh at her, "Don't worry, I wouldn't leave you here. I will be right back, I promise."

Willow smiles proudly and I stand up.

I waddle through the empty tables and chairs.

When she sees me approaching her, she sits up straighter and wipes away her tears.

I feel awkward and maybe this was a bad idea but it can't help to try to talk to her.

I swallow hard, "Um, hi." I say.

"Hi." The young girl sniffs, kind of looking at me weirdly.

Then I realize she resembles my sister so much I start to feel uncomfortable.

Blue eyes, blonde hair.

Young just like the last time I saw Prim.

"I know we are strangers but I saw you crying. Are you alright?" I ask her softly.

Her blue eyes meet mine again and she pushes some hair from her sticky face, "I guess." She says with a shrug.

I frown and take a seat across from her.

"If you'd like, you can tell me what's wrong. Maybe I could help." I suggest.

The girl swallows hard, "I shouldn't be talking to a stranger."

"I promise I won't hurt you. There's my daughter over there, she saw you crying." I point over to where Willow is sitting, devouring her food.

The girl smiles sadly when she sees Willow.

I laugh a little, "She usually has better table manners but I think she's hungry tonight." I joke as Willow eats nearly everything with her fingers.