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. "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 out there.