Currently, I am the worst son in the world. I committed a crime so horrific that I shall never be forgiven.
I forgot about Mother's Day.
It was not until after midday that I realised my mistake – a point at which it was too late.
This made me wonder: what is the point of this day? Surely we should express our love to our mothers and fathers because we want to and not because of some tradition on one day a year?
But it doesn't matter.
All that matters now is whether my mother appreciates receiving her card and chocolates along with a cheer of "April Fools!", because no matter what our personal beliefs are, they must go out the window to please our mothers.