Eliza, a young girl, fresh from university, sets her mind on running her own business but all her passion and zest for her dream only meets with her mother’s rebuffs. Here begins the heated conversation between them.
Mother: You are finally a university leaver now, and I have expected you too much. Come here, Eliza, tell me what’s in your mind.
Eliza: Mom, I know you’ve done so much for me, and I am not gonna let you down. Am, I’ve got plans secretly. You know, I am now zeroing on doing something amazing.
Mother: Ah, um, Is that so? Just tell me as it is.
Eliza: Mom, I wanna start my own business and run a teaching Institute which aims at coaching students from primary school to senior high school, I will make a successful business dealer.
Obviously, her mother goes amiss and is greatly taken aback by what Eliza said.
Mother: Hey, Eliza, listen, I am telling you, you’re too young to do that. When your cousin was your age, he turned out a poor loser. Because he wanted to run before learning to creep. That should teach you a lesson.
Eliza: Mom, I’ve well prepared. Please take my word for it. I know what is the making of running my business well. Do you remember my selling greens in the market with you as a child.
Mother: I do remember. But Eliza, you have to know there are great differences between greens-selling and business-running. As you know, our previous next-door neighbor failed to run a fruit store, and there are now broke. You aint seen nothing yet.
Eliza: Mom, nothing ventured, nothing gained. I am not a child any more. The larger number of money you want to make, the bigger risks you have to take.
Mother: Enough! Don’t talk about those nonsense again. You don’t know you are born. I am pretty content with everything now from tomorrow on, you must go back where you work. Never think about spinning out of my control, not even once.
Eliza: Mom, I am just having a word with you.
Mother: You don’t know the first thing about dealing with business. You are a far cry from the old image of the little girl I have known before, always to live in the praise of teachers, and never to talk back to me.
Eliza: Mom, they are cheese and chalks. It’s 21st Century, but you are still living in the old times, not too forward, 20 years back.
Mother: Well, how dare you say I have lagged behind by you. Do you think you are more advanced in knowledge while I am aging and in my dotage.
Eliza: Mom, I didn’t say that. I think we are talking at a cross-purpose. As new blood is to a person, so is water to fish. All I want to say is simply just at the chance. You do know, opportunity knocks but only once, do you? There is no time like present, just give me a chance to have a try, okay?
Mother: Over my dead body. See, you are badly spoiled by father. I will warn you one more time, if you dare go again, get out of here and go directly to your bedroom.
Eliza: Oops, what’s the world coming into?
Eliza’s bubble bursts. Plunking herself down the chair, she indulges herself in despair and sheds her tears.