A long time ago, there was a huge apple tree. A little boy loved to come andplay around it every day. He climbed to the treetop, ate the apples, and took anap 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 aroundthe tree every day.

One day, the boy came back to the tree and he looked sad. Come and playwith me”, the tree asked the boy.
I am no longer a kid, I don’t play around trees anymorethe boy replied. Iwant toys. I need money to buy them.”
Sorry, but I do not 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 lefthappily. The boy never came back after he picked the apples. The tree wassad. One day, the boy who now turned into a man returned and the tree wasexcited.
Come and play with methe tree said.
I do not have time to play. I have to work for my family. We need a house forshelter. Can you help me?”
Sorry, but I do not have any house. But you can chop off my branches tobuild your house.” So the man cut all the branches of the tree and lefthappily. The tree was glad to see him happy but the man never came backsince then. The tree was again lonely and sad. One hot summer day, the manreturned and the tree was delighted. Come and play with me!” the tree said.
I am getting old. I want to go sailing to relax myself. Can you give me a boat?”said man.
Use my trunk to build your boat. You can sail far away and be happy.” So theman cut the tree trunk to make a boat. He went sailing and never showed upfor a long time. Finally, the man returned after many years. Sorry, my boy.But I do not have anything for you anymore no more apples for you”, the treesaid.
No problem, I do not have any teethe to bite and I know no more trunk toclimb on, I am too oldthe man replied.
I really cannot give you anything, the only thing left is my dying roots,” thetree said with tears.
I do not need much now, just a place to rest. I am tired after all these years,”the man replied. Good! Old tree roots are the best place to lean on and rest,come sit down with me and rest.” The man sat down and the tree was gladand smiled with tears.
This is a story of everyone. The tree is like our parents. When we were young,we loved to play with our Mum and Dad. When we grow up, we leave them;only come to them when we need something or when we are in trouble. Nomatter what, parents will always be there and give everything they could justto make you happy. You may think the boy is cruel to the tree, but that is howall of us treat our parents. We take them for granted; we don’t appreciate allthey do for us, until it’s too late.