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 assigned job. So please, stop
worrying. I hate seeing you sad dear.
Parents are like the ERASER
&
Children are the PENCIL
They are 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 our life, we've been the PENCIL. And it pains to see the ERASER
that is parents getting smaller and smaller each day. One day, all that we left with would be eraser shavings and memories of what we used to have.
May THE ERASERS live longer
&
THE PENCILS write good things
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 assigned job. So please, stop
worrying. I hate seeing you sad dear.
Parents are like the ERASER
&
Children are the PENCIL
They are 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 our life, we've been the PENCIL. And it pains to see the ERASER
that is parents getting smaller and smaller each day. One day, all that we left with would be eraser shavings and memories of what we used to have.
May THE ERASERS live longer
&
THE PENCILS write good things
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