*Pencil: I’m sorry*
*Pencil: 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: 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 & their children out there*.