TheAppleTreeAlongtimeago,therewasahugeappletree.Alittleboylovedtocomeandplayedarounditeveryday.Heclimbedtothetreetop,atetheapples,tookanapundertheshadow…Helovethetreeandthetreelovedtoplaywithhim.Timewentby…thelittleboyhadgrownupandhehadnolongerplayedaroundthetreeeveryday.Oneday,theboycamebacktothetreeandhelookedsad.“Comeandplaywithme,”thetreeaskedtheboy.“Iamnolongerakid.Idon’tplayaroundtreesanymore.”Theboyreplied,“Iwanttoys.Ineedmoneytobuythem.”“Sorry,butIdon’thaveanymoney…butyoucanpickallmyapplesandsellthem.Soyouwillhavemoney.”Theboywassoexcited.Hegrabbedalltheapplesonthetreeandlefthappily.Theboynevercamebackafterhepickedtheapples.Thetreewassad.Oneday,theboyreturnedandthetreewassoexcited.“Comeandplaywithme,”thetreesaid.“Idon’thavetimetoplay.Ihavetoworkformyfamily.Weneedahouseforshelter.Canyouhelpme?”“Sorry,butIdon’thaveahouse.Butyoucanchopoffmybranchestobuildyourhouse.”Sotheboycutallthebranchesoffthetreeandlefthappily.Thetreewasgladtoseehimhappybuttheboynevercamebacksincethen.Thetreewasagainlonelyandsaid.Onehotsummerday,theboyreturnedandthetreewasdelighted.“Comeandplaywithme,”thetreesaid.“Iamsadandgettingold.Iwanttogosailingtorelaxmyself.Canyougivemeaboat?”“Usemytrunktobuildyouboat.Youcansailfarawayandbehappy.”Sotheboycutthetreetrunktomakeaboat.Hewentsailingandnevershowedupforalongtime.Thetreewashappy,butitwasnottrue.Finally,theboyreturnedafterheleftforsomanyyears.“Sorry,myboy,butIdon’thaveanythingforyouanymore,Nomoreapplesforyou…”thetreesaid.“Idon’thaveteethtobite,”theboyreplied.“Nomoretrunkforyoutoclimbon.”“Iamtoooldforthatnow,”theboysaid.“Ireallycan’tgiveyouanything…theonlythingleftismydyingroots,”thetreesaidwithtears.“Idon’tneedmuchnow,justaplacetorest.Iamtiredafteralltheseyears,”theboyreplied.“Good!Oldtreerootisthebestplacetoleanonandrest.Come,comesitdownwithmeandrest.”Theboysatdownandthetreewasgladandsmiledwithtears.Thisisastoryofeveryone.Thetreeisourparent.Whenwewereyoung,welovedtoplaywithMomandDad…Whenwegrewup,weleftthem,andonlycametothemwhenwen