Aku ada terima email dari rakan Taman2Syurga, ceritanya menarik...so aku nak berkongsi dengan sesiapa yang membaca blog aku ni, terutama pembaca tegar...anak aku le :) , aku tak nak transletkan cerita ni ke BM sebab aku terima email ni pun dalam BI...Layannnnnn dan renung2kan lah wahai anak-anak :)
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. :)
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 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.
Nota Keyboard: siapa jua yang telah menulis cerita ini, aku ucapkan jutaan terima kasih.
