“Well, I probably can't play anymore,” I said. “It's been years.”
“You pick up fast,” said my mother, as if she knew this was certain. “You have natural talent. You could been genius if you want to.”
“No, I couldn’t.”
“You just not trying,” said my mother. And she was neither angry nor sad. She said it as if to announce a fact that could never be disproved. “Take it,” she said.
–“Two Kinds,”
Amy Tan
What causes the conflict between the characters in this passage?