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" Mornin' Cyrus!" The child sang cheerfully from standing with Cheyenne. She always tried to stay as happy as she could to try to raise everyone else's spirits. Her mother and Sydney were the main one's since they didn't like each other much, that much Jezebel could tell.

She waved her hand at her cousin as he entered before looking back up to her mother. " Where's daddy?" She asked quietly, " Is he gonna come down to eat breakfast soon?" She smiled sweetly at Cheyenne before proudly exclaiming for everyone in the room, " I helped again, I chopped some celery! I like that I can help."

Then she let go of her mother, choosing to pretend to be a ballerina for a few moments with her hands over her head and ending with a flourish of her hands. " I do believe breakfast is ready." She said in a mock-British accent. This was how her teacher at school talked and she found it to be a beautiful way of speaking.