To my Parents, I know they were and will be there for me, still cleaning up the mess I create as I grow along: 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 were always there for us, cleaning up our mistakes. Sometimes along the way they get hurt and become smaller, older and eventually pass away. I am sorry for a mistakes or anything wrong to hurt you all.......... I AM SORRY....... May be I am not the perfect son........ But I would do anything to keep you all happy, even if I am around or not there. LOVE YOU AL
Posted on: Fri, 01 Nov 2013 10:55:13 +0000