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 truck 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 parents. 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 parents.

Please enlighten all your friends by forwarding this mail to them.
And love your parents.

Hope this means something to you!