• Things to Note Before Reading: The quirk is passed down through my mother's bloodline, my mom and grandma didn't receive my quirk, the quirk skips two generations

⚠️• i'm no way, shape or form an experienced writer, or a writer at all for that matter. this backstory is literally just me writing as my brain thinks it, so it's a raw/unedited backstory so uh yeah keep that in mind !
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My mom was always jealous of me, as she wasn't the inheritor of the quirk everyone in my bloodline so desired. She felt angry and envious every time she looked at me. My father was madly in love with her an naturally agreed to everything she said and did. At the age of 3 my quirk suddenly manifested and I was able to summon a few butterflies. My mom's envy went through the roof, she couldn't stand looking at me, i reminded her that she wasn't anything special. When I turned 7 years old my mom had gone mad from the jealously, she wanted me gone. At the time she was in Japan traveling with my father and I for my dad's work. She saw this as an opportunity to finally get rid of me and she took it. As a festival was going on, we were waking through a crowd when suddenly she let go of my hand. I was young and wasn't able to find my way back to her. I wandered the street for days, eating whatever I could find. On my fourth day of being abandoned, I was walking through a quiet and empty street when I heard some sniffling and light crying. I followed the sound which led me to a dark alleyway. My quirk wasn't completely developed but I was able to see detailed outlines in the dark of objects. I saw a little boy who looked a bit younger than me cowered on the floor, crying. The boy had blonde hair and more noticeably, bright red wings. I slowly approached him and whispered "Hey" as gently as possible. His head darted up to me and he backed away quickly. I reassured him that I wouldn't hurt him but he still held distrust in his eyes, he slightly let his guard down though. I crouched down to his level and asked him for his name. He didn't respond. I asked again this time more kindly, still no answer. I thought for a moment on what to refer to the boy as. I settled on "Moon" due to the fact the only thing illuminating that alleyway was the moon. I told him my name for him and he looked confused. I then asked him if he was lost. He hesitated, but ended up shaking his head yes. I asked him if he had any parents, he gave a confused look but nodded. I smiled, slightly relieved he had parents at the very least. I asked him if he knew where they were. He then explained to me how he was waiting in a busy and crowded line for dumplings that were very popular and seasonal when he got separated and ended up being pushed, shoved and trampled on so much he lost all sense of direction. I pitied the boy, he was in the same situation I thought I was in as well. I got up from my crouching position and offered my hand to the boy. He hesitated, but I reassured him that I'd help reunite him to his mother. The look of distrust in his eyes slowly faded, as he was getting more comfortable with me. I walked a bit, holding hands with him and pondered how I will single handedly reunite a child and mother. To calm myself down I asked the boy for his age, still referring to him as Moon. He responded with 5, two years younger than me. We walked along the street for a bit before I asked the boy what his mother looked like. He said she has short blonde hair and was around 5'7 in height with tan eyes similar to his own. I nodded and kept my eyes out for any movement. Awhile passed of just us walking down streets before he piped up with a question. His face was lightly flushed as he hesitated before he asked me for my name. I giggled at the boy's sudden change of heart, this made his face go even redder as he pouted and angrily took back his words. I quickly responded with "Kanae, but you can call me Kanna" A bit while passed before I heard some nearby voices. I strained by ears as we stopped and hid just to make sure we weren't headed straight into trouble. I faintly heard a woman's voice who was speaking with two male voices. I couldn't make out what they were saying. I peeked around the comer and was met with a suburban style row of houses, these ones were illuminated by lighting and were giving off a warm glow. I looked over to the source of the voices then my eyes went wide. There was a woman with a bob, who was average height and had tan eyes. She was talking to officers who were writing something down as she was obvious in despair, choking up on words with tear stained cheeks and a napkin in hand to wipe tears away. I could immediately tell she was Moon's mother due to his description of her and just the pure resemblance. I felt a bit of sadness, as I had grown to enjoy having someone to spend time with. I looked back at him and told him I found his mother. His eyes grew wide with excitement as he peeked over the edge of the building and saw her. He smiled and took my hand with him as he dragged me over and shouted, "Mom, mom!" His mom bursted into tears and hugged him tightly. The officers took this as a sign to leave, as they had been reunited. The mother hugged her son and looked back to rub his shoulders and ask him if he was hurt or anything. He responded with no and pointed to me, saying I helped him find his way. His mother for the first time, saw me and looked a bit shocked, now that I look back on this I realize it was because she could tell I didn't look much older than Hawks. I smiled and bowed to show my respect. She asked for my name and I said Kanna. She thanked me than asked me why I was out this late to begin with. I told her about how I was separated from my family while at the festival. She was shocked, and pitied me. She thought for a moment before deciding to shelter me as one of her own. I lived peacefully at their house for awhile.