Reality of life......!

Pencil: I'm sorry

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

Pencil: I'm sorry because 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. 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.


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.

All my life, I've been the pencil. And it pains me to see the eraser that is
my parents getting smaller and smaller each day. For I know that one day,
all that I'm left with would be eraser shavings and memories of what I used
to have.
This is to all the parents & their children out there.


Always respect parents..!!