SACRIFICE OF A MOTHER

SACRIFICE OF A MOTHER.

Pencil: I'm sorry.

Eraser: For what? You didn't do

anything wrong.

Pencil: I'm sorry, 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

and 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. "Our mother's are like the

eraser, whereas we 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) ...

Take care of your Mother, treat her with kindness and

most especially love her"