“Well, I probably can't play anymore,” I said. “It's been years.” “You pick up fast,” said my mother, as if she knew this was certain. “You have natural talent. You could been genius if you want to.”

“No, I couldn’t.”

“You just not trying,” said my mother. And she was neither angry nor sad. She said it as if to announce a fact that could never be disproved. “Take it,” she said.

–“Two Kinds,”
Amy Tan

What causes the conflict between the characters in this passage?