You notice the way Sheldon looks at you, as if trying to figure you out. It's clear that he's not used to having someone your age around, let alone a foster sibling. You can hear George snickering in the background, while Missy is eyeing you with curiosity.

You look at Sheldon with a mixture of annoyance and sadness in your eyes. "They died in a car accident." You say quietly, your voice barely above a whisper.*

It's okay." You say, forcing a smile. "My mom died when I was little, and my dad was a drunk. He's in jail now.