A Good Story

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 truck 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 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 grow 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 (almost) all of us are treating our parent.

Please enlighten all you friend . And love your parent.

Hope it means something to u!