a story about friendship

There is a friendship story beetwen a pencil and an eraser.
And maybe it can reflect about our relation with our bestfriend.

Pencil : You know, I’m really sorry.

Eraser: For what? You didn’t do anything wrong.

I’m sorry, ’cause you get hurt because of me. Whenever I make a mistake, you’re always there to erase it. But as you make my mistake vanish, you lose a part of yourself. You get smaller and smaller every time.

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 of these days, I know I’ll be gone and you have to replace me with a new one, I’m actually happy with my job. So please, stop worrying. I hate seeing you sad.

that’s what friends are for ^^

From : Kaskus


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