Whenever I make a ________, you’re always there to erase it. But when you make my mistakes disappear, you also lose a ________ of yourself. You get smaller each time.

Eraser: That’s true. But I don’t really ________ it. You see, it’s my job to do this. I was made to help you whenever you make a mistake. I know I’ll be gone one day and you’ll find a new ________. Please, stop worrying. I don’t want to see you feeling sad, because I’m ________ with my job.

In fact, parents are like erasers and their children are like pencils. They’re always there for their children, ________ their mistakes. Sometimes they get hurt along the way. They become smaller, older, and even pass away finally. Parents are happy with what they do for their children. They always hope that their loved ones can be happy ________ they cannot stay with their children for life.

I am the pencil and the eraser is my parents. They are getting ________ and smaller, leaving behind eraser shavings (碎屑) and memories. I know that I will be the eraser one day, doing the ________ thing that my parents did for me. I’ll lose a part of myself each time, only wishing to give the best to my loved children.