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 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