LIFE AS IT IS::::::::;;;!!!&&
Tuesday, November 29, 2011 3:21:45 PM
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, I'm actually happy with my job. So
please, stop worrying. I hate seeing you sad.
Our Parents are like the eraser whereas we
are the pencil. They are always there for their
children, cleaning up their mistakes.
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
realise that they are gone.



















