APPLE TREE & A CHILD ( A good story to remember and to love our parents )

In the past lives of a large apple tree and the shade it was also the fruit. A little boy loved to come and play around it every day. He climbed to the top of the tree, eat her apples, resting and sleeping underneath. He loved the tree and so did the tree loved the child.

Time passed …, the child begins to grow up and he began to rarely play with the tree. One day the boy came back to the tree and looked sad. “Come and play with me.”, The tree asked the boy. “I am no longer a child, I no longer played around the tree.” The son replied: “I want toys. I need money to buy it.” “Sorry, I do not have money … but you can pick apples from this tree and sell it. So you have the money.” The child is very happy, he is the apple harvest, the tree was sad. One day, the boy came back and the tree was glad to see it. “Come and play with me.” The tree said. “I do not have much time to play. I have to work for my family. We need a house for shelter. Can you help me?” “Sorry, I do not have a home. But you can cut off my branches to build a house.”

Then the boy cut the tree branches and leaves of the tree with joy. The tree was delighted to see him happy but the boy would never again go back after that. The tree returned alone and sad. On a hot day, the boy returned and the tree is very excited to see it. “Come and lean on me.” Said the Tree. “I am sad and getting old. I want to go and rest himself. Can you give me a boat.” Put on my tree trunks to build your boat. You will be able to sail far away and have fun. “Then the boy cut the tree to make a boat. When she went to sea and never came back for a very long time.

Finally the boy returned after he left a few years. “Sorry son, I do not have anything more to you. No more apples for you” Tree said. “I no longer have teeth to bite” the boy said. “There’s nothing that can stump you climb.” “I’m too old to climb a tree now” said the boy. “It’s nothing more I can give you …. that is left is the root of the dead” said the tree with tears. “I do not need much now, just a place to rest. I am very tired after all these years” replied the boy. “Good!, The roots of old trees is the best place to rest danbersandar. Come, let’s lean and sit with me …” The boy finally sat down and the tree was happy and smiling with tears.
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This is our story. The tree is our parent. When we were kids we love and play with our Papa Mama. … when we grow up .. we leave them … only come when we need something or when we are in trouble. Whatever that our parents will always be there and give whatever they can give to make you happy. You will assume the attitude of the child as the parents of evil, but that is how we most of us treat our parents. Love our parents ………..