I'm sorry....

Pencil: I'm sorry....  Eraser: For what? You didn't do anything wrong.  Pencil: I'm sorry cos 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. :) I found this conversation between the pencil and the eraser very  inspirational. 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 on). 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.