Yes, it did. After school, when I was in third grade.

Third grade?! You really go through life collecting pointless grudges from years ago?

How can you use something I don't even remember to argue against me?

How can two people perceive the same conversation so differently?

To me, it was one of the worst memories of my life, one that still affects how I act around her every day.

But to her, it was an uneventful car ride.

I need to give a different example.

You didn't only make mistakes in the past, you never changed.

Like yesterday, I asked you to buy razors for me and you lectured me about dating.

I'm your mom, I'm supposed to say no when you want something that's bad for you.

If your own parents won't tell you when you're doing something wrong, who will?

Of course you're supposed to stop me from doing really bad things.

But I feel like you think your only job as a parent is to lecture me every chance you see.

Sometimes I just want to have a normal, not-negative conversation.

What do you want me to do, just keep my opinion to myself and agree with everything you say?

If I were your friend, sure, I could do that.

But that's not my role. I'm your mother, I'm supposed to help you.

Tears well up in Diya's eyes from frustration.

Oh, great. Not now!

I hate how I can't argue with anyone without crying.