One day after we left a shop I said under my breath, “I wish you wouldn’t do that, telling everybody I’m your daughter.” My moth
er stopped walking. Crowds of people with heavy bags pushed past us on the sidewalk, bumping into first one shoulder, then another. “Aiii-ya. So shame be with mother?” She grasped my hand even tighter as she glared at me.
I looked down. “It’s not that, it’s just so obvious. It’s just so embarrassing.”
“Embarrass you be my daughter?” Her voice was cracking with anger.
“That’s not what I meant. That’s not what I said.”
“What you say?”
I knew it was a mistake to say anything more, but I heard my voice speaking, “Why do you have to use me to show off? If you want to show off, then why don’t you learn to play chess?”
My mother’s eyes turned into dangerous black slits. She had no words for me, just sharp silence.
What is the primary conflict occurring in this excerpt?
I think the problem is that the daughter is uncomfortable with her mom using her to get popular or to get noticed and she's tired of it and the question she's asking her is why basically why are you using me
