Pencil: I am sorry…
Eraser: For what ?
Pencil: I am sorry, you get hurt because of me…Whenever I make a
mistake, you’re always there to erase it, but as you make my mistakes vanish
away, 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 will be gone… I am actually happy with my job… So
please, stop worrying I will not be happy if I see you sad.!
Reflections: Our Parents are just like the eraser, where we 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).
Moral-
Take care of your parents, treat them with kindness and most
especially love them.
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