Pencil: I’m sorry…
Eraser: For what ? You didn’t do anything wrong..
Pencil: I’m sorry, 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 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’ll be gone… I’m actually happy with my job… So please, stop worrying I hate seeing you sad.
“Our Parents are like the eraser, where as we 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 on). Take care of your parents, treat them with kindness and most especially love them.”
Sometimes along the way they get hurt, and become smaller (older, and eventually pass on
Though their children will eventually find someone (spouse, but parents are still happy with what they do for their cchildren and will always hate seeing their precious one worrying, depressed, unhappy or uncomfortable.
We will never know the love of our parents for us till the day we become parents
The Big Question: How do you treat/value your parents?
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