**I wanted to write a fanfiction about this because it just had to be written. This is not my original story!**
Valora plodded up to Annie's feet, her hands reaching up for her mother. Annie smiled down at the child, sadly. She already looked like Finnick, her husband, who had died in an attempt to kidnap and assassinate President Snow in the rebellion for the districts of Panem.
Valora had her father's sea-green eyes. Annie hadn't dared to show her her father's trident, yet. She was only six, not old enough to be part of District 4's fishing trade. Still, the little girl held promise in the way she sharpened a wooden stick by herself and managed to pierce a few fishes with precision that Finnick…
Annie's thoughts trailed off into images of her late husband. Only when Valora started wiping Annie's face with big round eyes did she realize she was crying.
Annie didn't blame Finnick for widowing her, but she still felt shivers of anger toward the Capitol for taking the only man she ever cared about in the hands of some grotesque humanoid white lizards. Mutts, they were called. Genetically altered creatures to prey on human fears. Six years later, and she still could not help mourning her husband. She was glad that at least, she was able to marry Finnick before he was killed in the war.
"Your daddy was a brave man," she told the girl on her hip. "Such a brave man." She had to stop speaking abruptly because tears threatened her eyes again.
Annie sat Valora down, but still held her daughter's hand. "Come on, now. Mommy has to go shopping."