Wednesday, March 23, 2011


Pencil: I'm sorry....

Eraser: For what? You didn't do anything wrong.

Pencil: I'm sorry cos you get hurt bcos of me. Whenever I made a
you're always there to erase it. But as you make my
mistakes vanish, you lose a part of yourself. You get
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
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
someone new (spouse), but parents are still happy with what
they do for their children, and will always hate seeing their precious
worrying, or sad.

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