Pencil and Eraser......
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 job. So please, stop worrying. I hate seeing you sad.
Parents are like the eraser whereas their children 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 away.
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 lives, we've been the pencil. And it pains us to see the eraser that is our parents getting smaller and smaller each day.
For we know that one day, all that we're left with would be eraser shavings and memories of what we used to have.
"We never know the love of our parents for us until we have become parents ourselves"
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