The Boy Kicking My Seat Wouldn’t Stop – So I Gave His Mother a Cold Lesson

The rest of the flight was silent. No more kicks, no smug looks. The mother said nothing, and the boy watched cartoons with his legs tucked in. I leaned back, closed my eyes, and finally relaxed. My back ached, but my patience had won.

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