Read an interesting anecdote… what you do of it is up to you.
Pencil: I’m sorry.
Eraser: For what? You didn’t do anything wrong.
Pencil: I’m sorry, 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 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 hate seeing you sad.😞
"Our Parents are like the eraser, whereas we 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).