PENCIL : I'm sorry... I made a mistake again...
ERASER : Never mind, my dear...
You didn't do anything so wrong
That it can be corrected...
PENCIL : I'm sorry...because you get hurt
Because of me whenever I made a mistake,
You've always here to erase it..
in making my mistakes vanisih, You lost a part of yourself.
You get smaller and smaller each time
ERASER : That's true, but I really don't mind.
You see, I was made to do this.
I was made to help you whenever
you do something wrong...
I want you to be correct always
PENCIL : I am happy that you are always there
to correct me.
I do not know how I will do without you...
ERASER : I know one day i'll be gone
But you'll replace me with new one
Or an alternative.
I love to be with you and i'm actually happy doing my job.
I hate seeing you sad.
I wish, eventually you will learn to do
Your job without the need for me....
Found this conversation between pencil
And the eraser very inspiring.
> Parents are like the eraser
Whereas their children are the pencil
> They're always there for their children
Cleaning up their mistakes
And encouraging them to correct themselves.
> Sometimes along the way they get hurt
Become reduced,older, britlle and in the end, pass on.
> The parents are aware that children will eventually
Find someone new (spouse)
Yet they are always happy
Doing their bit for the children.
> They hate to see their precious ones
Worrying or sad
Rather they wish their children do a
good job and make a lasting mark in this world..
We never know the love of our parents
For us till we have become parents"
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