I go to family dinners and feel like a stranger

I am Amina, daughter of Dakar, and I have started dreading the weekend dinners I used to love. I am the only one in my family who still prays regularly. At the last gathering I slipped out to pray maghrib in the tiny hallway by the kitchen while everyone laughed over a game of cards and bowls of thieboudienne. My grandmother used to tuck dua into my palm before I left the house, and I keep her words like a small warm stone in my pocket. But the laughter feels distant now, and after I come back people resume a conversation that never included me. How do you keep feeling at home when you are the only one practising in the room?