The Best Mom Ever!

F is for fighting

    Yellow was trying to fall asleep but felt something touching his hair. The rag he tied around his head was taken off and he felt a hand toying with his hair. It was the father. He wasn't admiring Yellow's hair, he was judging it.

"Why did you ever cut your hair short? It was so pretty when it was long." The father said

"Well, I went to the salon and a short hairstyle was all the rage there," Yellow said thinking of an excuse.

"You don't go to the salon. Well not after you had kids. And I found out how much of my paycheck you spent there." The father responded.

     Yellow realized he had ticked off the father. Yellow had to reevaluate what he was saying and pick his words more carefully.

"Sorry, I meant I saw it in a magazine. I think I saw the magazine while watching TV or I got it from Lily's room." Yellow said, continuing to pile on an extra lie.

"You should at least take a shower and put in some shampoo. I had a conversation with you about looking presentable this morning."

"Well maybe if you went to the store and bought some hair care products instead of greasy food then maybe I'll consider taking a shower over getting breakfast ready." Yellow said, getting more fed up with the father.

"Sweetie if we needed a shampooer and conditioner you should have told me it and I would have bought some." The father said starting to calm down.

"So I guess if I was a worm you wouldn't love me. A bald slimy little worm that crawls around in the dirt. Is that what you think I am?" Yellow responded with anger.

"Oh we are not starting this again." The father turned off the light. "Good night honey." The father sent down in the bed and turned away from Yellow.

"Night." Yellow responded copying the father's actions.

      Yellow laid in bed for a few minutes when he heard the father Shuffle closer to him and his hand moved closer to hold Yellow's hand. Yellow didn't fight this time so he opened his hand to let the father hold it.

"I'm sorry I yelled at you." The father whispered as he squeezed yellow's hand lightly. It was clear he was half awake.

    I hope you choke on a chicken bone. Was what yellow wanted to say to the father but instead he just squeezed the father's hand harder until he tried to let go.

"A salon wouldn't be a bad anniversary gift." Yellow said in a soft tone knowing that the father was practically asleep.

    The father mumbled something close to an agreement and inched away from yellow as they both went to sleep. 

(This chapter is short because the next chapter will get to the point faster. Plus it's fun to write banter with the Father and Yellow because they rarely have time to interact with each other. The next chapter will come out today.)