Pencil: I am sorry…
Eraser: For what? You didn’t do anything wrong.
Pencil: I am sorry because you get hurt bcos 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 and you'll replace me with a new one, I'm actually happy with my job. So please, stop worrying. I hate seeing you sad.
Moral of Story:
Parents are like the eraser and their children are the pencil. They are always there for their children, cleaning up their mistakes. Sometimes along the way they get hurt, and become smaller (older). Though their children will eventually find someone new (spouse), but parents are still happy with what they do for their children.
A young couple moved into a new neighborhood.
The next morning while they were eating breakfast, the young woman saw her neighbor hanging the wash outside.
"That laundry is not very clean," she said. "She doesn't know how to wash correctly. Perhaps she needs better laundry soap."
Next day, the woman was surprised to see a nice clean wash on the line and said to her husband, "Look, she has learned how to wash correctly. I wonder, who taught her this?"
The husband said, "I got up early this morning and cleaned our windows."