What our Parents do for us???

* A long time ago, there was a huge apple tree. A little boy loved to come and play around it everyday. He climbed to the tree top, ate the apples, took a nap under the shadow... He loved the tree and the tree loved to play with him. Time went by... the little boy had grown up and he no longer played around the tree everyday. One day, the boy came back to the tree and he looked sad. "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, but I don't have money...but you can pick all my apples and sell them. So, you will have money." The boy was so excited. He grabbed all the apples on the tree and left happily. The boy never came back after he picked the apples. The tree was sad. One day, the boy returned and 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 family. We need a house for shelter. Can you help me?" "Sorry, but I don't have a house. But you can chop off my branches to build your house." So the boy cut all the branches of the tree and left happily. The tree was glad to see him happy but the boy never came back since then. The tree was again lonely and sad.

One hot summer day, the boy 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 truck to build your boat. You can sail far away and be happy." So the boy cut the tree truck to make a boat. He went sailing and never showed up for a long time.
Finally, the boy returned after he left for so many years. "Sorry, my boy. But I don't have anything for you anymore. No more apples for you..." the tree said. "I don't have teeth to bite" the boy replied. "No more truck for you to climb on" "I am too old for that now" the boy said. "I really can't give you anything ... the only thing left is my dying roots" the tree said with tears.
"I don't need much now, just a place to rest. I am tired after all these years." The boy replied. "Good! Old tree roots is the best place to lean on and rest. Come, Come sit down with me and rest."

The boy sat down and the tree was glad and smiled with tears.......
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This is a story of everyone.
The tree is our parent.
When we were young,we loved to play with Mom and Dad... When we grow up, we left them & only came to them when we need something or when we are in
trouble.
No matter what, parents will always be there and give
everything they could to make you happy.
You may think the boy is cruel to the tree but that's how (almost) all of us are treating our parent.
Love them that is what u can do....

For my mom

Thanks a lot to my mummy
to keep me for months n your tummy

might be i gave you 100 reasons to cry,
but you always stands there for me to make my tears dry.

Respect your mom because

Respect your mom because mom is god for every child, she dos what a dad can never. If you really wants to know than go through this fact.


Human Body can Bear Only Upto 45 Del(Unit) of Pain. But.. At d Time of Giving Birth, a Woman Feels Upto 57 Del of Pain. This''s Similar to 20 Bones getting Fractured, at a Time. ''LOVE UR MOM'' till d End of Ur Life. And, Pass dis Msg 2 Atleast One Person If U Really Love Ur Mom & Respect Women?.

This is what a dad can never.

This blog is dedicated to my mom

This is my first post, infact this is my first blog i am planning to continue with my life.

This blog is dedicated to my mom. I got this thing in my mind while taking a shower today, when my mom was asking something to my younger bro, but he behaved to her very rudely. But i did not felt this nice, though i also became rude sometimes to my mom, but this time i realised that i shouldn't treat her this way. My mom is greatest in this universe. She did a lot for me & she does. She does everything for me. Wake me up- hmmm though she wake me up abusing me like kameene uth- office nahin jaan. sometimes she wakes me up slapping, i get irriatated at that time, but still its her love for me, she wants me to reach my office on time. that s why she do like this.

One habit of mine she never likes, that is when i use to work late at night- till 2-3 O clock. she again scolds me n says kameene subah office nahin jaana. Kameene is her pet word. sometimes i hate this kind of behaviour but when i thinks about how she would felt about when i work till late n have to wake up early, then i accept this behaviour too.
My mom,