A long time ago, there was a huge apple tree. A little boy loved to come and
play around it every day. He loved 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 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 my apples and sell them. Then 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 lonely and sad. One hot summer day, the boy returned and the tree
was so delighted. "Come and play with me!" the tree said. "I am so 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
very long 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 yo u...." 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 and rest on."
"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 for everyone. The tree is our parents.
When we were young, we loved to play with Mom and Dad...When we grew up, we left
them...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 can to make
you happy. You may think the boy is cruel to the tree but that is how all of us
are treating our parents.
Love your parents, no matter where they are
