Pencil and eraser..
Pencil: I’m sorry.
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 a part 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 something 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, whereas 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 away. Take
care of your Parents, treat them with
kindness , respect and love.
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