Pencil: I'm sorry
Eraser: For what?
Pencil: I'm sorry, you get hurt because of me.
whenever I make a mistake you're always there to erase it. But as you make my mistake vanish away. You lose a part of yourself and get smaller each time.
Eraser: That's true, but I don't mind. you see, I was made to do this, I was made to help you everytime you every time you did something wrong. Even though one day I know i'll be gone, i'm happy with my job. So please, stop worrying, I will not be happy if I see you sad.
REFLECTION:
Our parents are just like the eraser, and we are the pencil. They're always there for their children (For us, even if we're adult) cleaning up their mistakes.
Sometimes along the way they get hurt and with time, they become smaller.(older and eventually pass on)
MORAL:
Take care of your parents, treat them with kindness and most importantly love them.
THE END.
Hope you all understand~
