The boy, the mother and the cherry tree - A touching short story

The 6 year old boy was playing in the small garden in his house. The garden had a few small shrubs, plants and a few trees. There were many plants with beautiful flowers and a few with strange leaves. But out of all, the boy liked the cherry tree most.

Whenever the boy asked his father about the tree, he always replied, “Your mother planted the tree.”

But the boy had never seen his mother. He never knew how she looked as they didn’t have any photograph of her. He played in the garden with other children, most of who went to the same school as him. They always talked about their mothers loudly and that was when the boy felt silent.

He heard a lot of things about mothers from his friends from the school.

The boy didn’t know what motherly embrace is. He didn’t know how mother would have protected him from bad weather and would have snatched him away from difficulties. The boy never had sweet desserts and cakes his mother would have made. The boy missed his mother a lot and so he always stayed around the cherry tree. After all, his mother planted the tree…

The boy lay asleep below the cherry tree. It began to rain, but the boy stayed dry and harmless, because the small tree protected him. A few gentle drops falling from the leaves touched his face, he woke up slowly. It was getting dark, so he went back into the house. He switched on the light his room and looked through the window. The tree was completely pink due to the flowers blossoming on it. He imagined the tree as a woman, with pink hair and white clothes with silver lining. The boy began to cry, he never missed his mother so much and he again felt asleep.

Soon seasons passed. The blossoming flowers were now delicious cherries. Though his mother wasn’t there but his father often made cherry pie, muffins, cakes and crumbles. The boy loved them all. No matter what time or which meal, if he would eat something, it must contain cherries.

The boy would do most of the activities below the cherry tree. Playing, studying, eating and sleeping in the day. The cherry tree wasn’t just a tree for him anymore; it became a part of his life, a part of his every day to day activity.

The boy still missed his mother a lot but he now appreciated cherry tree more and more because he understood why his mother planted the tree. Though she left him, she was still with him, in the form of this beautiful cherry tree.

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