the eraser

ben

The pencil worried much about what it had written on a paper. There was really something wrong. The pencil was ailed much-- second after second.  To the pencil's sight, it never imagined that an eraser was attached at its bottom. The pencil couldn't see the eraser. The pencil thought nothing was at its tail. Incognizant, the pencil thought that it was just alone. The pencil had never felt nor seen the soft thing at its end. The pencil never thought the importance of the eraser. And then, the eraser said to the pencil, "I am your back. Whenever you think you write something wrong, I am at the back waiting to be rotated and erase your mistakes."

Who is your eraser?