A long time ago, there was a huge apple tree. A little boy loved to comeand play around it everyday. He climbed to the treetop, ate the apples,took a nap under the shadow...heloved the tree and the tree loved to play with him. Time went by...the little boy had grown up and he no longer played around the tree every day.
One day, the boy came back to the tree and he looked sad. "Come and playwith me" the tree asked the boy. "I am no longer a kid, I do not playaround trees any more" the boy replied."I want toys. I need money to buythem." "Sorry, but I do not have money...but you can pick all my apples and sell them. So, you will have money." Theboy was so excited. He grabbed all the apples on the tree and left happily.The boy never came back after he picked the apples. The tree was sad.
One day, the boy who now turned into a man returned and the tree wasexcited "Come and play with me" the tree said. "I do not have time to play.I have to work for my family. We need a house for shelter. Can you helpme?" "Sorry,but I do not have any house. But you can chop off my branchesto build your house." So the man cut all the branches of the tree and lefthappily. The tree was glad to see him happy but the man never came backsince then. The tree was again lonely and sad.
One hot summer day, the man returned and the tree was delighted. "Come andplay with me!" the tree said. "I am getting old. I want to go sailing torelax myself. Can you give me a boat?" said the man. "Use my trunk to buildyour boat. You can sail far away and be happy." So the man cut the treetrunk to make a boat. He went sailing and never showed up for a long time.
Finally, the man returned after many years. "Sorry, my boy. But I do nothave anything for you anymore. No more apples for you ..." the tree said."No problem, I do not have any teeth to bite" the man replied. "No moretrunk for you to climb on" "I am too old for that now" the man said. "Ireally cannot give you anything... the only thing left is my dying roots"the tree said with tears. "I do not need much now, just a place to rest. Iam tired after all these years" the man replied. "Good! Old tree roots arethe best place to lean on and rest, Come, come sit down with me and rest."The man sat down and the tree was glad and smiled with tears...
This is a story of everyone. The tree is like our parents. When we wereyoung, we loved to play with our Mum and Dad...When we grow up, we leavethem...only come to them when we need something or when we are in trouble.No matter what, parents will always be there and give everything they couldjust to make you happy. You may think the boy is cruel to the tree, butthat is how we treat our parents. We take them 4 granted we don'tappreciate all they do 4 us, UNTIL it's 2 late.
Love your Parents
JanLez
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