Once upon a time, there lived a big mango tree. A little boy loved to
come and play around it every day. He climbed to the tree top, ate the
mangoes, and took a nap under the shadow… He loved the tree and the tree
loved to play with him.
Time went by… The little boy grew, and he no longer played around the
tree. One day, the boy came back to the tree with a sad look on his
face. "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, I don’t have
money… but you can pick all my mangoes and sell them so you will have
money."
The boy was so excited. He picked all the mangoes on the tree and left
happily. The boy didn’t come back. The tree was sad. One day, the boy
grown into a man returned. 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, I don’t have a house, but
you can chop off my branches to build your house." So the man cut all
the branches off the tree and left happily. The tree was glad to see him
happy but the boy didn’t come back afterward. The tree was again lonely
and sad.
One hot summer day, the man 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 man cut the tree trunk to make a boat. He went sailing and didn’t
come back for a long time. Finally, the man returned after he had been
gone for so many years. "Sorry, my boy, but I don’t have anything for
you anymore. No more mangoes to give you." The tree said.
"I don’t have teeth to bite," the man replied. "No more trunk for you to
climb on." "I am too old for that now," the man said. "I really can’t
give you anything… the only thing left is my dying roots," the tree said
with sadness. "I don’t 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 boy sat down and the tree was glad and smiled.
Moral: The tree in the story represents our parents. When we are young, we love to play with them. When we grow up, we leave them and only come back when we need help. Parents sacrifice their lives for us
Moral: The tree in the story represents our parents. When we are young, we love to play with them. When we grow up, we leave them and only come back when we need help. Parents sacrifice their lives for us
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