Read the passage from "two kinds.”

i had assumed that my talent-show fiasco meant i never had to play the piano again. but two days later, after school, my mother came out of the kitchen and saw me watching tv.

"four clock,” she reminded me as if it were any other day. i was stunned, as though she were asking me to go through the talent-show torture again. i wedged myself more tightly in front of the tv.

"turn off tv,” she called from the kitchen five minutes later.

i didn’t budge. and then i decided. i didn’t have to do what mother said anymore. i wasn’t her slave. this wasn’t china. i had listened to her before and look what happened. she was the stupid one.

she came out from the kitchen and stood in the arched entryway of the living room. "four clock,” she said once again, louder.

"i’m not going to play anymore,” i said nonchalantly. "why should i? i’m not a genius.”

she walked over and stood in front of the tv. i saw her chest was heaving up and down in an angry way.

"no! ” i said, and i now felt stronger, as if my true self had finally emerged. so this was what had been inside me all along.

"no! i won’t! ” i screamed.

what type of conflict occurs in the passage?

[1] nothing that comes from the desert expresses its extremes better than the unhappy growth of the tree yuccas. tormented, thin forests of it stalk drearily in the high mesas, particularly in that triangular slip that fans out eastward from the meeting of the sierras and coastwise hills. the yucca bristles with bayonet-pointed leaves, dull green, growing shaggy with age like an old [5] man's tangled gray beard, tipped with panicles of foul, greenish blooms. after its death, which is slow, the ghostly hollow network of its woody skeleton, with hardly power to rot, makes even the moonlight fearful. but it isn't always this way. before the yucca has come to flower, while yet its bloom is a luxurious, creamy, cone-shaped bud of the size of a small cabbage, full of sugary sap. the indians twist it deftly out of its fence of daggers and roast the prize for their [10] own delectation why does the author use the words "bayonet-pointed" (line 4) and "fence of daggers" (line 9) to describe the leaves of the yucca tree? . to create an image of the sharp edges of the plant to emphasize how beautiful the plant's leaves are to explain when and where the plant grows to show how afraid the author is of the plant