Pencil And Rubber

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 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.