Pencil: I'm sorry.

Eraser: For what?

Pencil: I'm sorry, 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 and 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 will not be happy if  I see you sad.

                   Reflection
 

"Our Parents are just like the eraser, and we 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 away). 

        Moral

Take care of your Parents, 

treat them with  kindness

 and most importantly

 LOVE    them."

       THE    END