Greed Is Wrong

It was just another usual day, but then my grandma and I got into an argument. As we were in the car, she started to complain about how I was so greedy and selfish. I had gotten really mad, and then I started to yell at her. She just kept on talking and talking about my dad and me. Once she started to talk about my dad, I got very defensive. During one part of the argument, she started to blame me for my dad not finishing college. She added, “Be glad that you have a loving family who takes care of you, because my mom had flown to the states when I was nine.” “At least you grew up with your mom,” I said back. I had not seen my mom within a year, and that I only get to see her about once to three times a year ever since I was a toddler. When anyone starts

“You’re dad is like your Popi,” she added. “My dad is more like you. That’s probably where he gets his anger from, you.” My grandma had gotten so sick and tired of me. Everytime she is wrong, she makes others have pity on her, instead of accepting the fact that she is wrong. “You just don’t want to be with me because that’s how your generation is like,” she said in a pity voice, “You never want to spend time with me.” That was one of the main arguments we also had. She would always make others feel bad for her. All I wanted was to run as far away as possible. But because I knew running wouldn’t do anything about it, I just had to think about what I had gotten told and taught, and that was to apologize. “I’m sorry,” I said to my grandma. “You’re not sorry,” my grandma said back. My grandma would get mad at me for not apologizing, but when I would apologize, she never accepts it. In the back of my mind, I knew that I shouldn’t ever talk back to her, it was just that I was very annoyed at the moment. Even though we had an argument about two different events happening in less than two hours, at the end of every argument, I would just try to end