growing up I always wondered what it would be like to get along with my mom. I love my mom. She’s a great cook, clean fanatic, funny and very loving. However growing up we never agreed on anything. If I want to go left she wants right. We considerably argue and don’t ever talk to each other and if we do we don’t agree. Only conversation is Just basic things, like yes or no. It’s really sad. She grew up in a different country, and I have adapted to my American ways. It’s a huge culture clash.