An Apple 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 tree top, ate the aples, 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. Oneday, 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 elated.
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 glas 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!" said the tree. "i am sad and getting old. I want to go sailing to relax myself. Can you give me a boat?" "Use my truck to construct your boat. You can sail far away and be pleased." So the boy cut the tree truck to make a boat. He went sailing and never showed up for a long time.
Eventually, the boy returned after he left so many years. "Sorry, my boy. But I don't have anything for you anymore. No more apples for you..." said the tree. "I don't have teeth to bite" the boy replied. "No more truck for you to climb on" "I'm to old for that now" said the boy. "I really can't give you anything ...the only thing left is my dying roots" said the tree with tears dropping."I don't need much now, just a place to rest, i'm tired after all these years" replied the boy. "Good! Old tree roots is the best place to lean on and rest. Come. Come sit down with me and have a peaceful rest." The boy sat down and the tree was replete with joy and smiled with tears...
This is a story of everyone. The tree is our parents. When we were young.
We loved to play with Mom and Dad. When we grown up, we left them...only came to them when we need something or when we are in predicaments. No matter what, parents will always be there and give everything they could to make you happy. You may think the boy is mean to the tree but that's how most of us treating our parents.
Please...please...love your parents! (Adopted from an old story)