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.