The Story of "Pencil & Rubber"

Pencil: I'm sorry
Eraser: For what? You didn't do anything wrong.
Pencil: I'm sorry cos you get hurt bcos 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. :)

Mr Kevin shared me this touching story since long time ago. I am too busy and have no time to share. Out of sudden, I miss my mum.. And here I thought of sharing this story here, in my e-diary.

Mummy is always there for me, always being my eraser. The only one who sacrifice herself just to pour her love on us.

Worked the whole day, but still wake up early everyday in the next morning, buy us breakfast and everything.

I like her making fruit juice for me. I like her tasteless porridge. It doesn't taste good, but I can feel her love in there. I like to see her smiling. Would like to bring her to shop and relax if I am capable to. I want to buy her a big house, give her lots of money so that she don't need to work.

I am a bad girl, a spoilt brat. Always grumble, even I know I shouldn't. I don have a room. But does she have hers? I never had a warm house with a living room. Does she have that too? Feel so heartache to see her getting elder seriously. Last week, when I hold her hand to walk up on the staircase, I can feel that she is getting older. Sudden fears just had in my heart.

She cares more than me for my interviews. Knowing that I care it a lot, she helped on my hair-do, do the sewing with my clothes, and give me silent support. I know she wish me good luck in her heart, I can feel it. Is just that both of us are too shy to express. I remembered her quote, remember to have my sweet smile with me all the time, no matter who I met or what happened.

I feel heartache to take money from her. Whenever she pass me money, I am feeling so freaking useless in my heart. How many years more for me to go, so that it would be my turn to give her money instead of her doing that? How many year more that she should endure so that I can ask her not to work anymore?

I don't dare to express my feelings towards her. Deep in my heart, I really love you so much Mummy! I promise to try my super best not to let you tired of working. It is reaching soon this day! I knew it!! =D

I would like to be your daughter again if I had a choice.
I will take care of you forever!
I Heart Eu! Muackzz!!
I am working very hard, fighting very hard now =)