Pencil: I'm sorry, eraser.
Eraser: For what? You didn't do anything wrong.
Pencil: I'm 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 you do it.
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 to see you sad.
Parents are like the eraser whereas we, children are the pencil. Parents will always be there for their children, cleaning up their mistakes. Sometimes along the way they get hurt, and become smaller.
Take care of your parents and treat them with kindness. Because soon, you will be an eraser too.
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