I had specifically booked a window seat for my flight. I’m the kind of traveler who likes watching the world shrink beneath the clouds, so I always make sure to reserve that spot. But as soon as I sat down, the little 7-year-old girl next to me burst into tears. She kept insisting she had to look outside, and her father immediately leaned over and asked if I could switch seats with her.

I politely declined. After all, I paid extra for that window seat, and it was part of the experience I genuinely looked forward to. But the dad didn’t take it well. He let out a frustrated sigh and muttered, “You’re a grown woman but still very immature.”

I just stared ahead and put on my headphones, trying not to react. Meanwhile, the girl continued crying—loudly—and eventually shouting. It went on for almost the entire flight. I felt bad, but at the same time, I kept reminding myself I wasn’t obligated to give up the seat I paid for.

About halfway through, a stewardess walked over and asked if I could come with her to the back of the plane. For a second, I panicked, thinking maybe they were going to scold me or ask me again to switch. Instead, she lowered her voice and asked, “Would you like to give up your seat for the child? We actually have a free business class seat available in the front.”

I froze for a moment—partly shocked, partly amazed. A business class seat? Just for giving up my window spot? I nodded immediately. “Yes. Absolutely yes.”

I gathered my things and followed her to the front, where I settled into a wide, plush seat with more legroom than I knew what to do with. It felt like the universe was rewarding me for staying firm.

In the end, everything worked out. The little girl got to sit by the window, the father got what he wanted, and I ended up enjoying the rest of my flight in total comfort. But honestly? I still stand by my original decision. I paid for that seat, and I don’t think I was wrong to keep it.

What do you think—was I in the wrong here, or was the dad out of line?