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The Mango Tree

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
Original version here

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.


{ 54 comments… add one }
  • Sabuktageen August 23, 2017, 7:02 am

    wonderful

  • Devan Key's Girlfriend April 4, 2017, 9:49 pm

    It was so sad. Me and my sister cried our eyes out.???????????????????????

  • Hery February 14, 2017, 4:04 pm

    This is really awesome, TRUE LOVE …

  • Devashish banerjee November 5, 2016, 1:10 am

    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 .

  • Velmurugan October 25, 2016, 11:13 am

    Excellent story

  • Sir sembo. A.H.A February 28, 2016, 5:31 am

    So nice story…. I like them all… Plz send me more stories, they change my life actually

  • Wallacechile January 31, 2016, 3:24 am

    Heart touching story

  • Jini Justin January 7, 2016, 1:39 am

    Thank You so much

  • Gnana October 5, 2015, 8:37 am

    The story is very touching.

  • Jitu Kukreja June 8, 2015, 11:13 am

    Story was really heart touching.
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  • Shivraj Kumar Sinha April 15, 2015, 9:48 am

    A heart touching story. Selflessness is a virtue rarely found in people other than parents.

  • Joseph Muya March 1, 2015, 1:27 pm

    Nice story

  • Mani Arora February 21, 2015, 3:38 am

    Heart touching

  • Tess November 10, 2014, 1:30 pm

    This story is the same as a childhood book I give my grand children….”The Giving Tree” by Shel Silversteine. A knock of.

  • Gursimar kaur October 29, 2014, 7:20 am

    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.

  • Ruwan October 29, 2014, 4:38 am

    Nice story..!

  • Madhavi October 16, 2014, 10:03 am

    Wonderful and heart touching story

  • Chukwuka wealth October 2, 2014, 6:54 pm

    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.

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