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!”
