Ah yes, Mother's Day. Father's Day.

Our annual display of gratitude... that one day a year when we're expected to perform love on command... with flowers, gifts, and guilt as a bonus. Because nothing says "I care" like a reminder on your calendar.

We're not celebrating mothers or fathers; we're celebrating the illusion society sells and flaunts on social media. It's not love... it's theater. A staged performance of virtue and obligation.

And those who don’t play along? Branded cold, ungrateful, or broken. But how sincere is a love that needs a scheduled date before it’s seen as real?