Mother and I had a fight last night.
The ugly things were said from our mouths.
Indeed, I didn't mean it.

What kind of stuff did we quarrel?
The reason is our disagreement with spring-cleaning.
At first,
all I want to do is clean the living room as tidy as possible.
Then certainly I have to throw some trash away to clean it up.
That's the problem.
The trash I was going to throw away,
my mom took it as precious item.
I was unable to stand it.
I insisted that the trash should not belong to the house.
What kind of trash?
A pile of old newspaper, several cardhard boxes, and ten jars.
My dear mom thought it were precious.
In her opinion, the item maybe come in hand someday.
I cannot understanded her thinking style. 
We cannot reach our agreement for a while.

In the long run,
I had a loud disagreement with my mom.
Moreover, I even talked back to her.
We freely hurt each other by using unkind words. 

However, there is a saying 
"Once unkind words are said, they are impossible to take back."
I am sorry, Mom.