
Pencil : i'm sorry...
Eraser : for what? you didn't do anything wrong.
Pencil : i'm sorry cause you get hurt because of me. Whenever i made a mistake, yo're always there to erase it. But as you make my mistakes vanished, 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 made to do this. I was made to help 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' actually happy with my job, So please stop worrying. I hate to see you sad...
In our life.. there is always a person who will help us. Tell us what to do or not to do.. Although it is sometimes suffering for the eraser... but.. it will create a smile towards it..
To all my pencils.... when i'm already gone... take care of yourself... i know you're going to be a good pencil.... make me proud okay..
yours truly
-Mr. Eraser-
