APH Hawaii is now my obsession.

This story will have 3 parts. The pic above is how hawaii looks like. Use the girl, but she's younger and wears a one-piece dress.

(NOT HISTORICALLY ACCURATE)

HUMAN NAMES UESED, LOTS OF OCS AND SWEARING

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"Chrysan! Hey, where'd you go?" My big sister, Cassandra, comes running out to the porch, apparently looking for me. I smiled and turned away from the scenery.

Cassandra had a new bandage on her nose bridge, like she always did. Everything about her looked fine. But I could see a look in her eyes that didn't scream happiness.

Her eyes were lifeless and dull, a pale grey covering her pretty ocean-blue orbs.

In a soft whisper, I asked, "What's wrong, nui kaikuahine ?" Then I sat cross-legged on the porch floor, across from her.

She looked close to crying. "Papa's boss wants to build a wall between me and Padre. He won't be able to visit me anymore." She mumbled, tears welling at her eyes.

Ah, yes. The California-Mexico Wall. I wish I could do something for my sister. But even if we tried, we are only vessels of information.

We cannot control the country like politicians and leaders. We only serve to suffer the pain of the country and to contain the data of our state/country in our minds.

I sighed. A sad sigh, cold and half-hearted. "I'm sorry. I cannot do anything for your wall, nui kaikuahine. I wish I could. You know, your quite lucky." I mumbled.

She looked to me with a confused looker. Honestly, that fit her better than a sad look. After all, she was supposed to be the optimist of the family.

"What do you mean, little sis?" She asked me, the grey washing away from her blue eyes. It happens to all of us, actually. When I feel sad or hurt, my brown eyes turn grey.

I'm pretty sure it's happening right now. Living with so much superstition gave me this sixth sense. Most of the time, wo don't even realize our changing eye color.

"You know who your other parent is. I don't know anything about my mother. Or father. I wish I could meet them." I told her, and she smiled a little bit.

She mumbled, "be right back," then ran inside our house for a few minutes. I could hear her scampering up the stairs, slamming a door open and screaming, "CEDER EL PASO!"

I can never understand the antics of my big sister. And even if she is the big sister, I end up helping her in a lot of things. I'm fine with that too.

I love the idiot. We even came up with a cheesy name by combining our names. (NOT in a shipping matter, like how Neva says it.) Chrysandra Duo, as we called it.

It's me and her forever.

She comes running back out, this time holding a stackof papers. There were porbably 4 or 5 letters, all sealed with a chrysanthemum stamp seal.

"What's this?" I asked her, as she gets comfy in fornt of me. She grinned cheekily. "You know how your birthday is coming up, right?" I nodded, still confused.

"This is an early birthday gift. A long time ago, during World War II, whcih I witnessed, I found these outside, with a not telling me to give it to you on your 13th HUMAN brithday.

I kept it for all these years, and now your finally 13, I can give it to you. I have a feeling these will be important to you on your journey." She explained, handing them to me.

Each of them were numbered, and the paper was a pretty red, thouroughly faded that it looked pink. On the flat back side of them all, they all read

To: Chrysan Jones

From: Your Homeplace

It was writen in scrawly handwriting, elegant but messy. Whoever wrote this, was having a hard time writing it and ended up with a barely-readable scribble.

I looked up and smiled at Cassandra. "Thank you, nui kaikuahine. I love you." I whispered. She mouthed I Love You Too, before something exploded in the house.

Again.

Cassandra sighed and got up. "Alright, who was it this time?!" She hollered, running inside. She knew if makuakāne came home to ashes, he'd blame her.

This family is by no means normal. But normal is boring and underrated. I wouldn't leave this life for the world.

Later that night, after 5 rooms destroyed, 23 siblings covered in ash, and 6 critically injured children, we all settled in to sleep.

I leaned against the wall, picked up the first envelope, and opened it carefully. I wouldn't want to waste the envelope. I put the empty envelope in my bed-side table drawer, and it made a little chime.

I inhaled the scent of flowers coming from the paper. I took one deep breathe, then began reading.

'My Kogane No Hana,

I'm sorry. That's the first thing I want to say. After I've done so much to the people I once loved. I regret it all. Me laying in a hospital bed must be my karma for all the horrible things I've done.

I know you are confused, Hana. I cannot tell you my name yet, but I will tell you this: I am your father. And I love you. Please, please, please do not think I abandoned you.

I want to see how tall you've grown, Hana. I miss you so much. You know, I'm glad your father named you Chrysan. At least he gave you a reminder of me.

And I know you are probably still mad about Pearl Harbor. But I Swear, I didn't ask for it to happen. I'm sorry I couldn't stop the planes from hurting my daughter.

I know you might have asked these questions, so I just wrote a few answers.

Your name is Chrysan Hana Jones, because Chrysan is short for Chrysanthemum. It was my favorite flower, and we named you that so it won't be long.

It's a beautiful name, Hana. I hope you haven't changed it.

Your not an illegitimate child, or bastard child, or a mistake. Me and your father loved each other once, and then you came to be. You are MY daughter. OUR daughter.

I left you under the care of the Polynesian Tribes because Alfred trusted them. And I did too. You became so strong, Hana. Your culture shaped to theirs, which I do not mind.

Because it is a part of your soul. Even when I write it, The name Alfred still feels so heartbreaking to write. But he took really good care of you, Hana.

The other letters will explain you how to find me. I want to see you, Hana. Can you give one envelope to your father? He probably won't read it anyway, but please try.

In the most dire situation of trouble, I want you to blow the whistle inside this envelope. Please use it for emergencies only.

Even if you don't love me, I still love you, Hana.

Love From Across The World,

Your Father

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I think I made who the father was TOO obvious, but... OH WELL.

nui kaikuahine -- big sister

makuakāne -- father

-Cory