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                   Joined September 2008
                
               
			  
			  
             
            
             
	Pencil: I'm sorry....
	
	Eraser: For what? You didn't do anything wrong.
	
	Pencil: I'm sorry cos 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. :)
	
	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 on). 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