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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 every day.

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 truck 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.

Married or Not You Should Read This

Finally, the boy returned after he left for so many
years. “Sorry, my boy. But I don’t have anything
for you any more. “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 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 parent.

Good Morning Specially From Femi!!!!

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