*✏️ PENCIL:* *"I'm sorry..."* 😓 *🩶 ERASER:* *"For what?? You didn’t do anything wrong."* 😇 *✏️ PENCIL:* *"I'm sorry... You get hurt because of me. Every time I make a mistake, you're always there to erase it. But as you make my mistakes disappear, you lose a part of yourself and get smaller each time."* 😢😭 *🩶 ERASER:* *"That’s true, but I don’t really mind. 😊 You see, I was made to do this — to help you whenever you do something wrong. Even though I know I’ll be gone one day, I’m happy with my job. So please, stop worrying. I hate seeing you sad."* ☺️💔 *MORAL OF THE STORY:* 😓 *Our parents are like the eraser ❤️, while we are the pencil ✏️. They're always there, cleaning up our mistakes. Along the way, they get hurt, they grow older, and eventually, they fade away.* 😢 💖 *Cherish your parents. Care for them. Love them deeply and treat them with kindness every single day.* 💐 🙏 *May God bless our parents with long life, and if they are no longer with us, may their souls rest in perfect peace. AMEN.* 🕊️❤️