The book
Written by Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark with help by Haymitch Abernathy
"Lady licking Prim's cheek
My father's laugh
Peeta's father with the cookies
The color of Finnick's eyes
What Cinna could do with a length of silk
Boggs reprogramming the Holo
Rue poised on her toe, arms slightly extended, like a bird about to take flight"
-From Mockingjay.
Mr. Everdeen
My father was the one who named my sister and I. He told me that I would never go hungry as long as I could find my namesake.
He was a coal miner, like all of the other men in the Seam, and he died in a mine explosion before my twelfth birthday.
When he sang, all the birds stopped to listen to him. He had one of those magical voices that even the most tone death person knew he was something special.
I remember how he would tell us stories at night. Bedtime stories, he called them. And they were magical. He made up everything as he went along. Sometimes the story was short, and it only took him one night to start and finish it. But other stories would take a week or longer for him to end it.
My father's laugh. It was an amazing thing. Sometimes I imagine that I can hear it. I'll hear it behind me, and I'll turn, thinking he's right behind me.
He was a lover of all living creatures. That's where Prim got it from. That's why I got stuck with Buttercup. But he also taught me how to use a bow and arrow, how to hunt. He taught me the circle of life. That we must respect all animals, but we can also use them to survive.
My father was a one-of-a-kind type of man. Hey, what about me? Peeta is too, but in a different way. Aw, thanks, hey, what's that supposed to mean.
I love you dad.