Eraser: For what? You didn't do anything wrong..
Pencil: I'm sorry cos you get hurt bcos 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 some...thing 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. :)
This was very inspiring.. bloggers, no matter what this story was.. Remember, never afraid of doing mistakes.. coz, mistakes was a process of growing..
Other moral value was : A pencil was ourself and Eraser was our parents and people who were close to you..
Imagine it and start to respect and love our parents and our dearest more.. :)
"All my life, I've been the pencil.. And it pains me to see the eraser that is my parents getting smaller and smaller each day. For I know that one day, all that I'm left with would be eraser shavings and memories of what I used to have..." This is to all the parents out there...
Voila bloggers.. :p
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