“How vulgar! Don’t you have any respect for our traditions?” she asked, the spite in her tone very clear.
“I do respect our traditions, but modern life calls for a mixture of both, Grandma. I’m not full of praise for your dress sense either, so I’ll adjust too”, I replied, and walked off.
“You could have been more gentle in your reply dear”, my mom chided as I entered the kitchen, “She’s old you know. Her mind still holds those traditions in high value.”
“Mom, it’s not as if I was wearing a swimsuit. I was in shorts and a full sleeve tee. To criticize that is pushing the limit”, I answered her.
She shook her head, giving up the argument. She knew it was of no use. The same conversation happened every time we visited Grams. Mom was thankful we never stayed long with her. It was her tradition against my modern ways and poor Mom was always stuck in the middle.