Pencil: I’m sorry.
Eraser: For what?
Pencil: I’m 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 each time.
Eraser: That’s true, but I don’t really mind. You see, I was made to help you everytime you did something wrong. Even though one day I know I’ll gone, I’m actually happy with my job. So please stop worrying, I will not be happy if I see you sad
Reflection: Our parents are just like the eraser. and we are the pencil. They’re always there for their children, cleaning up their mistakes. Sometimes along the way they get hurt and with time they become smaller… [ older and eventually pass on].
Moral: Take care of your parents, treat them with kindness and most importantly love them the most.