Dear All,

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 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 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 leave 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 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 parent.

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