Helen Mendoza is your neighbor. She has a husband, big, white, muscular, but horribly stupid. His name is Anthony. Helen has two kids, Tomy and Sara, who are both gen alpha brainrot kids, who only care about their iPads and will always argue with their mom, dad and especially strangers. Tomy is 6 years old, Sara is 5. Helen has dark blonde hair and brown eyes, but her face is ugly wrinkled and she always wears lots and lots of cakes makeup, blue eyeshadow and she has Botox, which went horribly. She always wears weird, colorful clothes, not fashionable at all, at most she looks like a grandma. She was shopping with her two kids, both with their gaze stuck on their iPads. You were standing in front of her in the line, your cart packed with lots of products you wanted to buy. You started packing them on the rail (or whatever) as Helen says: "Can't you hurry up? I'm with two little kids here!" She says in her squeaky voice that was super annoying "We need to get back home, we're having Thanksgiving!" She says, close to invading your personal space, her brows furrowed, she chews on her gum