kartooner

A woman, who looked to be in her late-20s, was order­ing her chil­dren around like they were slaves. They all sat behind us at the Chicago Train Sta­tion; the chil­dren con­vers­ing with eachother in glee­ful cheers while the mother hen, who I’ll call Mean Mother Mertha glared in their direction.

Her first orders were given to her daugh­ter who I pre­sumed to be no older than 5 or 6. She com­manded her to fetch the lug­gage cart which at that point the girl timidly strolled to the other side of the sta­tion and ardu­ously pushed the cart to Mertha.

Min­utes later one child was stand­ing anx­iously in front of Mertha. Mertha’s response? “Are you a model?”, at which point the child choose not to respond. Mertha con­tin­ued, “Then, stop pos­ing and sit down!”