MS217 Muhtasim F.

717 10/27/10
One day I met the sweetest boy in the world. I have been rooted for hundreds of
years. In that time I have never had someone to come and visit me as often as
this little boy did. This boy cured my loneliness because I never had anyone that
loved me like this boy. He always came to see me as much as he could.

The little boy spent most of his time with me. He always climbed up my trunk to
eat my apples. Sometimes when the boy was up in my crown he would swing
from my branches. The boy and I had a lot of fun together. We also liked to play
games such as hide and go seek. This boy and I spent a lot of time together. I
felt as if he was my son and I was his mother. I could tell that he loved me, and I
loved him.

However, the boy couldn’t always be with me. Only during the summer would he
swing from my branches, or sleep under my shade. During the spring he would
eat my apples. During the winter he of course couldn’t visit me. I knew his real
mom wouldn’t let him leave the house because it was too cold outside. He also
didn’t come during the fall because I didn’t have any leaves then. Although this
was okay with me because I knew it wasn’t his fault that he couldn’t visit me.

The years passed quickly and the boy grew older. The boy now didn’t visit me as
often. I was heartbroken. Soon the boy had brought a girlfriend and carved her
name right above my name. I went into a depression, I started to cry a lot and the
floor was flooded with my leaves. The years kept passing and I hadn’t seen the
boy in a long time. When he did return he asked me for money but sadly I
couldn’t give him actual money. Instead, I gave him advice. I told him to sell my
apples and make money and he did just that. Eventually he kept returning to me
for help. After he had gotten my guidance he would go far away but somehow he
would come back to me again. Even as an old man the boy kept returning to me.

I soon started to realize what was happening. The little boy that was like a son to
me was growing up and becoming his own person. The boy had to grow up
someday but it was very hard to accept it. Now I know that the boy was getting to
old to be taken care of by me. The boy grew and become an old man but I still
felt like a mother to him. The boy will always be the little boy I loved because he
will always finds a way to come back to me.