PENCIL: I am sorry.
ERASER: For what? You didn’t do anything wrong.
PENCIL: I am sorry because 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, 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, i’m actually happy with my job. So please stop worrying, i hate seeing you sad.
Our parents are like Eraser whereas we are the Pencil. They are always there for their children. Sometimes along the way, they get hurt and become smaller ( Older and eventually pass on) .
Let us give them the best we can and support them in any way because they are getting older and one day, we will wake up and realize they are gone.