The bus was crowded. Most of the passengers were elderly, some were holding string bags, others were discussing prices and the weather.A young man of about eighteen sat in one of the aisle seats. He had tattoos on his arm and neck, and a light stubble on his face. He was wearing a dark T-shirt and looked very tired.He didn’t speak to anyone, just stared straight ahead.At the next stop, a mother with two small children boarded. One child was holding her hand, the other was snuggled up to her side.There were no empty seats. The woman looked around and immediately fixed her gaze on the young man. She approached him and said loudly, not hiding her irritation:Young man, give up your seat. I have two children.”The bus gradually grew quiet. Several people turned in their direction

. The young man looked up and looked at her calmly, but didn’t stand up.The young man looked up, but didn’t stand up.Don’t you see? I have two small children,” she said louder. “Or do you not care?”People on the bus started turning around.“Young people these days have no respect at all,” she added, this time for the entire bus to hear. “They sit there slouched, while a woman with children should stand.”The young man calmly replied:I wasn’t rude to anyone.”Then give way,” she interrupted. “It’s basic manners. A real man doesn’t sit when a mother and children are nearby.”One of the passengers nodded. The woman continued:Is it hard for you to stand up? You’re young and healthy. Or do your tattoos get in the way?”Are you sure you deserve to sit in this seat just because you have children?”Of course,” she snapped. “I’m a mother.” Are you even worthy?Tension filled the cabin. The boy slowly stood up, holding onto the handrail.“See, you can do it whenever you want,” Mom said with a noticeable triumphant tone. “You should have done it the easy way.”