Third year Class 1-A decides to throw the ultimate Motherâs Day celebration at the dorms complete with homemade gifts, spa treatments, emotional support, chaotic shirtless car washes, and enough Gen Z stupidity to concern the faculty. Between face masks, overprotective moms, public embarrassment, and teenagers realizing they almost didnât make it to adulthood, the entire day becomes one giant love letter to the women who raised them.
He feels like bashing his head in a way for being so stupid. How didnât he see it before? Of COURSE you would be his true love. How could he have been so blind all this time?