After the bully mother and son took my seat, I taught them a lesson

After three years of not visiting my parents, I finally managed to snag a train ticket right before Christmas.

Once I got on board, I found a kid jumping on my seat with his shoes on.

I walked up to him and told him to move, but not a single parent nearby claimed him.

Just as I was about to gently lift the kid off, a sharp voice cut through the air.

“He’s younger than you, he’s just a child! Are you seriously going to argue with a kid? Have some shame!”

I swallowed my anger, taking a deep breath. When the brat’s mom refused to budge, I finally spoke, slowly.