
Pencil: I'm sorry.... 
Eraser: For what? You didn't do anything wrong. 
Pencil:  I'm sorry cos you get hurt bcos of me. Whenever I made a mistake,  you're always there to erase it. But as you make my mistakes vanish, you  lose a part of yourself. You get smaller and smaller each time. 
Eraser:  That's true. But I don't really mind. You see, I was made to do this. I  was made to help you whenever you do something wrong. Even though one  day, I know I'll be gone and you'll replace me with a new one, I'm  actually happy with my job. So please, stop worrying. I hate seeing you  sad. :) 
I found this conversation between the pencil and the  eraser very inspirational. Parents are like the eraser  whereas their children are the pencil. They're always there for their  children, cleaning up their mistakes. Sometimes along the way... they  get hurt, and become smaller (older, and eventually pass on). Though  their children will eventually find someone new (spouse), but parents  are still happy with what they do for their children, and will always  hate seeing their precious ones worrying, or sad. 
 
 


 

 
 
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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