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Monday, April 08, 2002
Subject: 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 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
truck to make a boat. He went sailing and never showed up for a long
Finally, the boy returned after he left for so many years. "Sorry,
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
"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
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 are grown up, we left them...
only came 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 parents.
Time is too slow for those who wait,
too swift for those who fear,
too long for those who grieve,
too short for those who rejoice,
but for those who love, time is eternity.
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(Saturday, April 20, 2002)
Thats a very nice story JODI-KINTU-ATHOBA...that really made me think about my parents!.. :)