A long time ago, there was a huge apple tree. A little boy loved
to come and play around it everyday. He climbed to the tree top,
ate the apples,took a nap under the shadow... He loved 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 everyday. One day, the boy came back to the tree
and he looked sad. "Come and play with me," the tree asked the boy.
"I am no longer a kid, I don't play around trees anymore." The boy
replied, "I want toys. I need money to buy them." "Sorry, but I
don't have money...but you can pick all my apples and sell them.
So, you will have money." The boy 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 returned and the tree was so excited. "Come and
play with me" the tree said. "I don't have time to play. I have to
work for family. We need a house for shelter. Can you help me?"
"Sorry, but I don't have a house. But you can chop off my branches
to build your house." So the boy cut all the branches of the tree
and left happily. The tree was glad to see him happy but the boy
never came back since then. The tree was again lonely and
sad.
One hot summer day, the boy returned and the tree was delighted.
"Come and play with me!" the tree said. "I am sad and getting old.
I want to go sailing to relax myself. Can you give me a boat?" "Use
my trunk to build your boat. You can sail far away and be happy."
So the boy cut the tree trunk to make a boat. He went sailing and
never showed up for a long time.
Finally, the boy returned after he left for so many years. "Sorry,
my boy. But I don't have anything for you anymore. No more apples
for you..." the tree said. "I don't have teeth to bite" the boy
replied. "No more trunk for you to climb on" "I am too old for that
now" the boy said. "I really can't give you anything ... the only
thing left is my dying roots" the tree said with tears. "I don't
need much now, just a place to rest. I am tired after all these
years." The boy replied. "Good! Old tree roots is the best place to
lean on and rest. Come, Come sit down with me and rest."
The boy sat down and the tree was glad and smiled with
tears.......
This is a story of everyone. The tree is our parent. No matter
what, parents will always be there and give everything they could
to make you happy.
