Pencil: I'm sorry....

: 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.

: 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.
This is for all parents out there.....