“bite back your tongue,” scolded my mother when i cried loudly, yanking her hand toward the store that sold bags of salted plums. at home, she said, “wise guy, he not go against wind. in chinese we say, come from south, blow with wind—poom! —north will follow. strongest wind cannot be seen.”

the next week i bit back my tongue as we entered the store with the forbidden candies. when my mother finished her shopping, she quietly plucked a small bag of plums from the rack and put it on the counter with the rest of the items.

when the narrator bites back her tongue, what two forces are struggling?

meimei vs. self
lindo vs. meimei
lindo vs. self
lindo vs. lau po