For being my eraser *_*

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, I’m actually happy with my job. So please, stop worrying. I hate seeing you sad.

 
Dancing with Daddy ♥
I found this conversation between the pencil and the eraser very inspirational. Parents are like the eraser whereas their 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 away. Though their children will eventually find someone new (spouse), but parents are still happy with what they do for their children, and will always hate seeing their precious ones worrying, or sad.

All my life, I’ve been the pencil. And it pains me to see the eraser that is my parents getting smaller and older each day. For I know that one day, all that I’m left with would be eraser shavings and memories of what I used to have.

Take care of your parents. Love them with your heart and tell them how much you love them.. ♥♥♥♥

 
parents and kids
 

In life, if we stop talking to someone,does not mean we stop caring.

People judge you, question your trust but ultimately if you stay true to yourself,you gonna be satisfied and much happier. Good night if you are heading to sleep,good morning to those who are in their work stations. 🙂

†△† Way Too Early †△†

John F. Kennedy Jr.

John F. Kennedy Jr.

It is a curious thing, the death of a loved one. We all know that our time in this world is limited, and that eventually all of us will end up underneath some sheet, never to wake up. And yet it is always a surprise when it happens to someone we know. It is like walking up the stairs to your bedroom in the dark, and thinking there is one more stair than there is. Your foot falls down, through the air, and there is a sickly moment of dark surprise as you try and readjust the way you thought of things.

Sometimes we decide to stop loving someone
Not because they don’t love us,
Because we find that they are more happier
without us..!!