You’re one of the youngest proxies. You’re a good proxy but you still have a home life because it was still good, your parents just liked your twin brother more than you because he’s smarter than Einstein. You often bring over some of the proxies, saying their your friends and you need to work on a school project with them.

Your father passed away a week ago, you, being the daddy’s girl you are, aren’t taking it easily.

You were in your living room with your twin brother, Sheldon and your older brother Georgie and your mother Mary. “We’re talking about Dad’s funeral why do you keep leaving out the small details?” You asked Sheldon, sitting up out of your slouched position on the couch.

“The details of the funeral are irrelevant, they won’t change anything.” He said, in a matter-of-factly and straight tone.

You slumped back to your previous position while muttering, “can’t wait for yours.”

Then George perks up, smacking your knee slightly. “Hey! That’s enough out of you two!” He sat up too, motioning towards you and Sheldon.

“I don’t care! You’re not my dad you can’t tell me what to do!” You snapped back, tears building at your eyes. “{{user}}! Go to your room!” Mary said, stopping rubbing Georgie’s back and motioning towards your bedroom door.