Generational Gap

Sometimes, I sit and wonder why living habits, trends and living standards never change. I live in a world where there is more technology and freedom than my parents had during their young adulthood. As times change, generations too change and this leads to a generational gap. A generational gap is the age gap between people belonging to two different generations. This is my own definition of generational gap.
My parents and I are very different from each other and I realised it was because of the generational gap. My mother always thought she was perfect. She always talks to me about when she was young. She tells me of how she started cooking at the age of six and how smart and clever she had been. She also talked about my grandfather who was the king in her home town and how she misses the ???royal tradition???. Her father died when she was young, so she didn??™t get the chance to complete her education. She couldn??™t go to university. My mother loves to bake and cook. She is in the catering business. Anytime she is mad at me, she talks about her past and I say, ???I have heard enough of your story, mum. We are no longer in your generation???. At that point, she would not talk to me about it again. My mum cares about me, but sometimes, in the process of caring she annoys me a lot.
It so happened that my friend came to my house one day and after we had socialized for a while, we decided to go shopping. Now, my mum hates it when you take public transport anywhere we want to go to. After I told her that my friends and I were going shopping, she said,???And how are you going to get to the shopping mall, young lady??? ???The bus???, I replied. ???No way, it??™s either go with you or forget it??? ???Here we go again,??? I said, ???Alright???. She got dressed and took us to the shopping mall. Actually, I am short and love wearing shoes with heels a lot. When we got to the shoe section in the mall, I saw a sparkling red wedge and it was my size, so I decided to buy it. As I was about to pay for the shoe, my mum came out of nowhere and shouted, ???No way are you going to wear that, I don??™t care if u are short. you aren??™t wearing those.??? ???Of course I am??? I snapped back at her, but to let me know she was serious, she took the shoe away from my hand and put it back where I got it.
Now, I had had it up to my neck. Was there anything worse than this embarrassment I walked up to my mum and gave her a piece of my mind. We were both snapping and shouting at each other when suddenly I felt a pain on my cheek. My mother had just slapped me. I was even more embarrassed than before. Had my mum slapped me in front of my friends I couldn??™t say anything. I was too shocked for words. then I heard my mum say???Go downstairs, get into the car and wait for me.??? I did as I was told. As I sat in the car waiting for my mum, I replayed all that had happened in the mall in my head. I began to cry. My mother never understands me. She doesn??™t and will never understand me. She, sometimes, thinks I don??™t know that what is important. That was the only conclusion I had in my head about the whole situation. This wasn??™t the first time she had denied me what I wanted. My mum and friends came back; we got into the car and zoomed off to our various homes.
At home, after supper, my mum called me and asked me if I was angry with her. I didn??™t reply. After a few moments, she said, ???You should be happy you have a mother like me. Do you wish I wasn??™t your mum??? Her question caught me off guard. It was like she knew what I was thinking. When I looked up at her, the expression on her face made me feel like a villain. She continued saying ???I apologise for what happened today at the mall, but after all that, I have taught you about quantity and quality when buying things, I was disappointed.???
After she said that, I felt like a bad child and I realised that my mum only wanted the best for me. She cares for me so much that it can be annoying. I realized that what I did at the mall, shouting at her, was very foolish of me, but I couldn??™t help it because I was embarrassed. Tears fell from my eyes. I couldn??™t answer her questions. I was too ashamed to respond. In the end, I went up to my room and had a good cry, but I would never forget that day because I understood the meaning of the generational gap.