Eraser: For what? You didn't do anything
wrong.
Pencil: I'm sorry, 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 apart of yourself and 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 somethin
g wrong, even though one day I know I'll be gone. I'm actually happy with my job. So please, stop worrying I hate seeing you sad.
"Our Parents are like the eraser, where as we 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) Take care of your Parents, treat them with kindness and most especially love them."
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