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- 30/5/2010
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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.
"All my life,
I've been the pencil.. And it pains me to see the eraser that is my
parents getting smaller and smaller each day. For I know that one day,
all that I'm left with would be eraser shavings and memories of what I
used to have..."
This is to all the parents out there...

Các bạn có hiểu ý nghĩ câu truyện....?? hãy nói lên quan điểm của mình nhé !
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.
"All my life,
I've been the pencil.. And it pains me to see the eraser that is my
parents getting smaller and smaller each day. For I know that one day,
all that I'm left with would be eraser shavings and memories of what I
used to have..."
This is to all the parents out there...

Các bạn có hiểu ý nghĩ câu truyện....?? hãy nói lên quan điểm của mình nhé !