The Best Mom Ever!

Roots of rude

Yellow went back to the kitchen to see that no one put away their plates or cleaned up the crumbs off the floor. It wasn't like they were unaware of the mess either. Yellow looked at the twins sitting in front of the couch watching cartoons on top of pillows. Because the couch was covered in the crumbs of their cereal. They even left their dirty napkins and bowls on the coffee table. Terrence was sitting at the table finishing the last pieces of bacon with syrup lightly glazed on top. Where Terrance got the syrup Yellow still has no idea and isn't in the mood to question anything.

"Kids! Do any of you mind telling me what the problem in this room is?" Yellow said crossing his arms.

"We aren't sure what you're talking about mother," Lily said confused

"Yeah, Mummy. Sister and I don't know what the problem is." Todney added on.

"The problem is this place is a mess, a pigsty, and a buffet for any rats or other creatures to get in. So you kids have a choice to make. Either you clean up the kitchen and be decent people or let me drag you around the house and yell at you to clean it up." Yellow said tapping his foot.

The twins looked at each other as they pondered for a response. Yellow made himself look more impatient so they would hurry up. Right before Lily could say something Todney said his response.

"But Mummy we only made a small mess and shouldn't you clean up your own mess?" Todney innocently asked as Lily facepalmed. Yellow knew Todney didn't mean anything offensive by it, but Yellow also knew that a toxic mom would take offense to that. And Yellow still had some steam to blow off from how the father treated him.

"Excuse me, young man!" Yellow shouted, the twins knew they were in for it now.

"What a rude thing to say to your mother. All I ask is that you do one small thing while I clean the rest of the house. But I'm sorry if that is still too much for you. We had a fun day yesterday. Was that just a ruse so that you guys have an excuse to be lazy?" Yellow was running out of things to say But then he looked at Lily and got an idea on what to say next. on what to say next.

"And you Lily. I understand this kind of behavior from your brother, but you. One day you'll have a husband and he wouldn't take kindly to a wife that doesn't do things when they're told to." Yellow knew he was being a straight-up hypocrite and he could see their wonky eyes were filled with hurt. It made him feel very bad for them but he couldn't show that.

"Just remember I am the parent and you are the children, you do as I say when you're told! Got it?" Yellow said enraged.

"We understand mother." The twin said in unison, as they held their heads down.

Yellow walked into the next room and when he could hear the sounds of the dishes being placed under water he let a few tears slip. Yellow had no idea where he got those words from. It felt like someone was reading off of a script and whispering the lines into his ear but he didn't know whose voice it was. Yellow found it hard for himself to justify What he said to the twins. He heard a door close to him slowly creak open. Yellow went to investigate when he saw it was the room that had the giant Family Tree in it. Yellow remembered why he wanted the twins to clean the kitchen. It was so we could slip in completely undetected.

Yellow walked into the room and it looked the same when he first saw it. Pictures crossed out, broken up floorboards, and the light casting beams down to reflect all of the dust in the air. Yellow looked up to see all of the fresh leaves still on the tree. Yellow was a little relieved that Red's blood was still holding the tree up.

"Hello there ma'am. You look nice in that outfit." The tree said much to Yellow surprise.

"Thanks, I guess. I was actually here to get some information." Yellow said not sure if he could trust the tree just yet.

"Well if you want information on yourself I can't help you there. You don't have enough family history yet." The tree said

"What do you mean? I'm the mom shouldn't I have a pretty big history?" Yellow questioned.

"Well you're the second mom and only been here for a few days. You don't even have a standalone photo, How do you expect me to have any history on you." The tree answered almost like the question was obvious.

"Wait a second Mom. But the way they talk to me they act like I always been their mother." Yellow said rethinking all of the conversations he's had with them.

"Well they can refer and talk to you however they please. My job is to give out facts. That means to me you are the second wife, the second mother, and this is the second time you've come in here." The tree said.

"So can you give me information on the First Mom?" Yellow asked.

"Of course I can." The tree said with a smirk. He rummaged around his leaves and branches to pull up a very old picture of a very old Victorian woman.

"Here you go is this the lady you're looking for?" The tree asked smugly. Yellow took one look at the picture in realized it literally was the first mom that was documented in the family tree.

"No not the very first mom. The mom before me." Yellow said realizing the tree was toying with him.

"I can but I don't know which mom you're talking about. You need to be more specific hun, There's a lot of moms before you." The tree replied.

"Well, then how can I be more specific?" Yellow said starting to get fed up with the tree's tricks.

"You could tell me the name of the husband first." The tree said

"The father." Yellow responded.

"Sorry sweetie that won't work, unless you are one of his kids that won't work."

"Well, you said you only cared about facts so how are you 100% sure I'm officially the second wife," Yellow said starting to accuse the tree.

"It's simple I have your marriage certificate." He said bringing down a piece of paper and holding it just above Yellow's head.

"I don't remember signing any papers," Yellow said trying to reach the paper that was just out of his grasp.

"Sorry, but I'm not done using it yet. Come back in a couple of weeks when I have some history on you and I have fully gone over the papers." The tree said yanking the paper up and putting it in his leaves.

"Can I add anything to my history?" Yellow asked, perking The tree's interest.

"Well of course you can hun. You can even take away pieces as well." The tree responded.

"Can you stop calling me hun and sweetie please?" Yellow said politely

"Of course you can pal! While we're on history would you like me to add that you have some distaste for your husband?" The tree said enthusiastically.

"Will he ever come and check the files?" Yellow asked nervously.

"No not really. The last time they went through the files was just a couple of weeks before you showed up. I doubt they won't check the files for a while. So is that a yes on the distaste for your husband under your history?" The tree said

"Absolutely." Yellow responded.

Yellow waved goodbye to the tree closing the door behind him. All Yellow would have to do now is get some names. He couldn't just go up to them and ask for their first and last names, that would be too suspicious. And he couldn't wait a couple of weeks to look at the marriage certificate. Yellow was going to have to think fast about how he was going to get the information out of the tree and the family.