
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 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.
*** This is dedicated to all teachers in the world. I love u all***
*picture frm google image*