Pencil and Eraser

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) Take care of your Parents, treat
them with kindness and
most especially love them."