Pencil and Eraser

PENCIL  Says:

I'm sorry

ERASER  Says:

For what? You didn't do anything wrong.

PENCIL  Says

I'm sorry because you get hurt because 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  Says:
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.

All my life, I've been the pencil. And it pains me to see the eraser that is
my parents getting smaller and smaller each day. For I know that one day,
all that I'm left with would *be eraser shavings and memories of what I used
to have*.



     This is to all the parents  AND children out there

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