Pencil: I'm sorry
Eraser: For what? You didn't do anything wrong.
Pencil: I'm sorry because 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.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.
