Here is a small story I recently read....
Pencil ✏: I'm sorry.
Eraser : For what? You didn't do anything wrong.
✏Pencil: I'm sorry, 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 and 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. I'm actually happy with my job. So please, stop worrying I hate seeing you sad.
Our Parents are like the eraser...
and we children are the pencil.
They're always there for us children,
cleaning up our mistakes.
Along the way they get hurt
and wear off...
but still they are always there
for us...
No matter how old we get
the abundance of their unconditional love
the abundance of their unconditional love
concern...
care ...
stays as it was
when we were just born...
when we were just born...
Now its our turn...
to give back...
we are the ones who have heard their heart beat from inside
and now is the time to listen to the same heart from outside...
Lets give them more...
more of our time
more of our love
more care











































