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 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...


Adapted from: http://alfafriends.blogspot.com/

This is a really cool post...
A really inspirational one...
Imagine the eraser as our mother/father...
Because it really describes what they do...