Pencil VS Eraser

My mum forwarded me a mail during working hour which well she expects me to be well-behaved after reading it. I'm well behave all this while anyway. (^__^) Just to share the mail:

Pencil: I'm sorry..

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

Pencil: I'm sorry cos 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 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 thier mistakes. Sometimes long 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.

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Therefore, I decided to call my mum eraser today onwards. Bye bye.