Pencil: I'm sorry.
Eraser: For what? You didn't do anything wrong.
Pencil: I'm sorry, 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 and get smaller and smaller each
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. I'm actually happy with my job. So please, stop worrying I hate seeing you sad.
"Our Parents are like the eraser, where as we 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)
Take care of your Parents, treat them with kindness
and most especially love them."
p/s: copy n paste