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THE BOY AND THE 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 treetop, 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 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 about everyone. The tree represents
our parents. When we were young, we loved to play
with Mom and Dad… When we grew up, we left them
….only to return when we need something or when
we are in trouble.
NO matter what, parents will always be there and
will always give everything they can to make you
happy. You may think the boy is cruel to the tree
but that's how some of us have been treating our
parents.
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