~* Apple Tree*~

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 my 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 off 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
The tree was again lonely and sad.

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 truck 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.
When we were young,
we loved to play with Mom and Dad...
When we grown up, we left them...
only came to them when we need
something or when we are in trouble.
No matter what, parents will always
be there and give everything they could to
make you happy.
You may think the boy is cruel to the tree
but that's how all of us are treating our parent.
And love your parents.

~Author Unknown~

This story was sent to me
and I couldn't resist putting it
on a page, ~~~~~
Please Remember~You Too Will Get Old!
Be Kind~ Phone~Visit~Write~Parents

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