Once upon a time, there is a huge apple tree. A little boy likes to come and play around it every day. He puncuk climb trees, eat the apple, and rest under its shadow. He loved the tree, and the tree loved to play with.

Time flies, the little boy had grown up and no longer played around the tree every day. One day, the child was returned to the tree and looked sad. “Come play with me.” the tree said to the boy. “I have not a child anymore, and I do not play around trees anymore.” The boy replied, “I want toys. I want the money to buy toys.” “Sorry, I do not have the money, but you can take all my apple and sell it. So, you get the money.” The boy was delighted. He picked all the apples on the tree and went to like fun. Furthermore, the child no longer return after taking those apples. The sad tree.

One day, the boy returned and the tree was very excited. “Come and play with me,” said the tree. I do not have time to play. I have to work for my family. I need a house for shelter. Can you help me? “” Sorry, I do not have a home. But you can cut dahanku to build a house. “Subsequently, the boy cut the tree limb and left happily. The tree was glad to see her happy, but the boy never came back since then. The tree was lonely and sad.

One summer, he returned again and the trees become excited. “Come and play with me!” said the tree. “I’m sad. I want to go sailing to relax. Can You Make me a boat?” “Use to make my wooden boat. You can fish in the distance and have fun.” Furthermore, the boy cut the tree to make a boat. He went sailing and never seen in a long time.

Finally, the boy returned after he left beberapatahun. “Sorry, my friend. But, I do not have anything for you anymore. Tidakpunya apple ..” said the tree. “I do not have teeth to bite” the boy said. “I do not have a limb for you panjati.” “I’m too old to climb now” the boy said. “I really can not give you anything. The only thing left is my roots are dead.” the tree said, weeping. “I do not really need it, just as a place of rest. I am very tired after all these years.” replied the boy. “Oh good! The roots of old trees is a suitable place for rest and rest. Here, here, sit here with me and rest.” The boy sat down, and makes the tree happy and smiling tears.

This is a story for us all. The tree is our parents. When we were young, we loved playing with his father and mother. As adults, we forget it, just come to him when we need something or when we have a problem. Whatever happens, parents are always there and provide what it can give to make you happy. You may think that bad boy to a tree, but that’s how we treat our parents. So, love always your parents.