The Apple Tree

A  long  time  ago, there  was  a  huge  apple tree.  A  little  boy  loved  to  come  and  play around it every day.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 every day.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. 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  of  the  tree and  left  happily.  The  tree  was  glad  to  see him happy.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 for everyone. The tree is our parent.  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.