Pencil: I'm sorry....
Eraser: For what? You didn't do anything wrong.
Pencil: I'm sorry ‘cos you get hurt because of me. Whenever I
made a mistake,
you're always there to erase it. But as you make my mistakes
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
I know I'll be gone and you'll replace me with a new one, I'm
with my job. So please, stop worrying. I hate seeing you sad. :)
Parents are like the eraser whereas their children are the pencil.
They're always there for their children, cleaning up their
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.
This is for all parents out there..