blood doesn't mean family {cameo/marr | blitz}

Chaos O'Hana

In a single natural disaster, they’re missing. Remorse should be fueling my veins, though not in the aspect most people would expect in a person that’s unable to locate their parents. Now my greatest concern is how I may become the sole dysfunctional family member that occupies our O’Hana. Most would probably be devastated that their parents are nowhere to be found. In honesty, I’m grateful our creators our unable to harm my siblings anymore. The ones I care for are thankfully still under my protection. But will I now replace the position of our horrid origins? Will I now truly become them?

Not if I can help it.

Fulfilling the requirement of the provider is what I do best. When a sibling is in need of something, I quickly seek to contribute their desired comfort. But only aftermath shock swells their expressions. Do they miss them, the ones that did us so wrong? Obnoxiously I question for how I can make things better, while none possesses a known answer. The solution for correction after our home and lives have been destroyed is inconclusive, leaving me desperate to fix anything.

And thankfully, someone that appears to be lacking consoling greets my gaze in our refugee tent. “You look like you could use a beer.” I comment, a bit too humorously for this occasion. If I could discover anything in the destruction of the tsunami, of course it’s a case of beer. A seat is taken next to the nearly crumbling warrior that I’ve never met. “Guessing this disaster didn’t leave you well?” Is questioned while my tone drops drastically from a joking manner. A beer is offered, while I take a nice swig from my own bottle. Any sort of comfort is greatly needed in this sort of circumstance.