Ramada's adopted reality. Her back yard. A family reunion?

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Mykyala took a deep breath and continued the kata she'd started to help her calm down and focus on God, one part of her mind absently wondering at how long Ramada was taking to get the snacks she'd said she was going to get from the kitchen. Behind her Zipporah chattered happily to a doll from the branches of the Mayday tree, talking to it about subjects that went over her mother's head both literally and figuratively.

Mykayla smiled at the chatter, feeling her heart rate settle down and her nerves calm. -Thank You, Father. Thank You for helping me always. And thank You for letting Zipporah meet her biological sisters. Use this whole day for Your Glory.-

Still smiling, she continued her exercise.