Once upon a time, there lived a big mango tree. A little boy loved to come and play around it everyday.
He climbed to the tree top, ate the mangoes, 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.
By Shel Silverstein
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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It was so sad. Me and my sister cried our eyes out.???????????????????????
This is really awesome, TRUE LOVE …
I lost my parents in quick succession – Mom to Cancer and Dad , who couldn’t live without Mom . That is my understanding of love .
I still miss that warm hug , my face between my Mom’s palms as she blessed me , and all those beautiful moments spent with them .
An advice – anything that you can do for your parents will all come back to as a treasure of blessings .
Love them , cherish them .
Excellent story
So nice story…. I like them all… Plz send me more stories, they change my life actually
Heart touching story
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The story is very touching.
Story was really heart touching.
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A heart touching story. Selflessness is a virtue rarely found in people other than parents.
Nice story
Heart touching
This story is the same as a childhood book I give my grand children….”The Giving Tree” by Shel Silversteine. A knock of.
Heart touching story, really very nice. We should be grateful to our parents for the facilities they have provided us. They love us and keep us happy so we should also make them happy rather than asking for more and more things.
Nice story..!
The big mango tree story and message also
Wonderful and heart touching story
As I am commenting on this blog, a bosom friend sitting close to me who lost her mom of recent is still crying. What a back sad memories i just brought back.so touching.
I am far from my parents now and I feel sad while reading this story. Parents are givers of everything. They sacrifice a lot in order for their children to be equipped for a better tomorrow.
Nice touching, it reminds me of my old helping friends, I will for ever appreciate them. My parent too, God will continue to bless them. Thans for this story.
It reminded me to thank my parents…….Thank you so much dad & mom for the sacrifices you have done and loving me so much.
So nice. I am your fan
Heart touching………..
Execellent one.
Awesome story
It’s a very interesting story… so please take care of ur parents
Nice one ………. I love going home anyway
It’s really a heart touching story…
Remember the person who helps us in our difficulties……whn we need them
they help us give a thnkx to them do smthing that we can bring smile on there face dont forget them
Wow… you made me cry
It brought me tears 🙁
A very touching story reminds us how much our parents had loved us, at times we have forgotten them, they are always there waiting and being glad to see us back.
Thank you for sharing this loving story.
Heart Toching Story.
Thanks a lot!!!!
I love this
Story is good, should be an eye opener for the younger generation, who only receives everything from others. The happiness is getting only by giving and not receiving.
It is simple but meaningful. It is inspirational. Easy to understand. May god bless the story maker and inspire him/her more and more.
I let’s go home…
Thanks a lot!!!!
Wonderful!!
Heart touching story. We love our parents, I pray God to make them happy for all over their life.
The story is very inspiring. Joy comes in giving and giving tirelessly….I love the tree
This story is a copy of the very famous story called ‘The Giving Tree’ written by Shel Silverstein.
Only instead of mangoes it’s apples.
Let give credit to the author and give him the respect he deserves.
Thank you #12 Shreya Biswas!!!
Once there was a tree…
and she loved a little boy.
And everyday the boy would come
and he would gather her leaves
and make them into crowns
and play king of the forest.
He would climb up her trunk
and swing from her branches
and eat apples.
And they would play hide-and-go-seek.
And when he was tired,
he would sleep in her shade.
And the boy loved the tree…
very much.
And the tree was happy.
But time went by.
And the boy grew older.
And the tree was often alone.
Then one day the boy came to the tree
and the tree said, “Come, Boy, come and
climb up my trunk and swing from my
branches and eat apples and play in my
shade and be happy.”
“I am too big to climb and play” said
the boy.
“I want to buy things and have fun.
I want some money?”
“I’m sorry,” said the tree, “but I
have no money.
I have only leaves and apples.
Take my apples, Boy, and sell them in
the city. Then you will have money and
you will be happy.”
And so the boy climbed up the
tree and gathered her apples
and carried them away.
And the tree was happy.
But the boy stayed away for a long time…
and the tree was sad.
And then one day the boy came back
and the tree shook with joy
and she said, “Come, Boy, climb up my trunk
and swing from my branches and be happy.”
“I am too busy to climb trees,” said the boy.
“I want a house to keep me warm,” he said.
“I want a wife and I want children,
and so I need a house.
Can you give me a house?”
“I have no house,” said the tree.
“The forest is my house,
but you may cut off
my branches and build a house. Then you will be happy.”
And so the boy cut off her branches
and carried them away
to build his house.
And the tree was happy.
But the boy stayed away for a long time.
And when he came back,
the tree was so happy
she could hardly speak.
“Come, Boy,” she whispered,
“come and play.”
“I am too old and sad to play,”
said the boy.
“I want a boat that will
take me far away from here.
Can you give me a boat?”
“Cut down my trunk
and make a boat,” said the tree.
“Then you can sail away…
and be happy.”
And so the boy cut down her trunk
and made a boat and sailed away.
And the tree was happy
… but not really.
And after a long time
the boy came back again.
“I am sorry, Boy,”
said the tree,” but I have nothing
left to give you –
My apples are gone.”
“My teeth are too weak
for apples,” said the boy.
“My branches are gone,”
said the tree. ” You
cannot swing on them – ”
“I am too old to swing
on branches,” said the boy.
“My trunk is gone, ” said the tree.
“You cannot climb – ”
“I am too tired to climb” said the boy.
“I am sorry,” sighed the tree.
“I wish that I could give you something….
but I have nothing left.
I am just an old stump.
I am sorry….”
“I don’t need very much now,” said the boy.
“just a quiet place to sit and rest.
I am very tired.”
“Well,” said the tree, straightening
herself up as much as she could,
“well, an old stump is good for sitting and resting
Come, Boy, sit down. Sit down and rest.”
And the boy did.
And the tree was happy.
Very goood…. A story with a good moral…. Love it!
Very nice story and beautiful way to give the most valuable message to all.
Nice One …Keep Posting Thanks for Moral
It was really emotional and inseparable story plz do the continued
A touching story…. I love this.
Only when we suffer we begin appreciating them truly. There is and will be no one who loves you as much as your parents, particularly your mother.
Heart touching story.
Regards,
Hari Dhayalan
Bangalore
Remembering to appreciate them only shows we value their labour of love over our lives
very touching story. Thanks.
Very touching as well as moral story. Our parents do tried so hard to make sure that we grow up to be something else tomorrow, so why can’t we give them our best support when they really need them?
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