Fan Fic

“Mom, dad, how did I come to this world?”

Katniss was caught surprised with the question of her daughter. She just thought that her little daughter is still too young to ask such query.

Peeta wrapped his hands in the shoulders of his wife as if he felt her uneasiness to be asked by such question.

“I can tell and show you if you like,” Peeta smiled at his daughter whose eyes brimmed with innocent delight.

“Oh, yes dad!”

Katniss elbowed her husband and snapped at him.

“What do you mean, 'show' her?” she hissed.

Peeta just smiled sheepishly which immediately melted Katniss heart and forgot why was she annoyed in the first place. He gave his wife a light kiss on the lips and approached her daughter to gather her in his arms and they made their way to his drawing room.

Peeta spent a great deal of time in this room to pursue his love in arts. He worked tirelessly to create several works of arts. This is to express his love to his wife, to release his inner demons of the past and pay homage to contentment that they enjoy now.

“Dad, are you going to draw me?” the girl asked his father as her mom followed them. She always like the paintings of her dad. For her, her dad is the best artist in the world.

“Yes, I will paint how you got here on this world,” he started, rather serious.

“At the beginning, the world of your mom and mine was pitch black,” he started to put the initial colors on his canvas. “Life was so difficult, we have to work our hardest to survive. Food was scarce, injustice was everywhere. Sadness and fear were sowed in the hearts of the people. There is no ray of hope as a sign that better days are coming.”

Peeta continued to layer some more somber colors which made the girl sad and even scared.

“But then, when our spirit was almost broken, me and your mom were given a chance to know more about each other,” he mixed some more hue and mix it with creative intensity. “We were thrown in an arena that we have to face our greatest fears and fight for our own life. But because of her I understood what happiness is. When I am with your mom, hardships and pains are irrelevant.”

“Dad, I think mom lights up your world!” the girl observed as the painting became layers of bright colors.

“Yes, she does,” Katniss put her hands to his shoulders that Peeta gently touched.

“Your mom was very brave, she illuminated a world which was shackled with fear and despair. We fought alongside her, there had been sacrifices before the victory. But as people stood united against the tyranny, a new start was given to those who were once oppressed.”

“Mom, it's you!” the girl excitedly pointed out the portrait of her mother which was now made with colors as radiant as the rainbow.

“After that, your mom decided that you should enjoy the world which is now free and peaceful,” with his graceful hands, he made quick strokes with his paintbrush. “ And because we love each other, we got married and have you,” his voice had been soothing and the child did not take her eyes off the canvas as his father continued to work his magic on his art. “We want you to learn the lessons of the past to guard the present and to secure future. We want you not to forget what had been and be the symbol of what could be.”

Peeta gave his composition its' final touches and on it, Katniss is lovingly cradling their daughter securely in her arms.