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I’m a mango tree. It’s my autobiography written by me. I was born in a beautiful farm house of Mr Adamwho was very kind, rich and well known among his village. He was very kind and was respected among masses. It took me almost a year to grow into a mature tree. Until I grew up Mr Adam visits the farm house daily and sometimes also waters me.
I’m a mango tree. It’s my autobiography written by me. I was born in a beautiful farm house of Mr Adamwho was very kind, rich and well known among his village. He was very kind and was respected among masses. It took me almost a year to grow into a mature tree. Until I grew up Mr Adam visits the farm house daily and sometimes also waters me.When I was young I have many fellow friends of different fruits like apple, cherries etc. We became fast friends. Some were elder than me. We all wanted to grow as fast as we can because in this way we can produce the fruit and make our owner happy. This was our sole reason of existence. Mr Adam sometimes sits under my shade.
I’m a mango tree. It’s my autobiography written by me. I was born in a beautiful farm house of Mr Adamwho was very kind, rich and well known among his village. He was very kind and was respected among masses. It took me almost a year to grow into a mature tree. Until I grew up Mr Adam visits the farm house daily and sometimes also waters me.When I was young I have many fellow friends of different fruits like apple, cherries etc. We became fast friends. Some were elder than me. We all wanted to grow as fast as we can because in this way we can produce the fruit and make our owner happy. This was our sole reason of existence. Mr Adam sometimes sits under my shade.The happiest day of my life was when I shed my first mango. I could see the happiness on Mr Adam’s face. My struggle didn’t go wasted. I was feeling proud and completed that day. Soon mangoes of mine were collected and packed in the baskets to be sent to the market for sale.
I’m a mango tree. It’s my autobiography written by me. I was born in a beautiful farm house of Mr Adamwho was very kind, rich and well known among his village. He was very kind and was respected among masses. It took me almost a year to grow into a mature tree. Until I grew up Mr Adam visits the farm house daily and sometimes also waters me.When I was young I have many fellow friends of different fruits like apple, cherries etc. We became fast friends. Some were elder than me. We all wanted to grow as fast as we can because in this way we can produce the fruit and make our owner happy. This was our sole reason of existence. Mr Adam sometimes sits under my shade.The happiest day of my life was when I shed my first mango. I could see the happiness on Mr Adam’s face. My struggle didn’t go wasted. I was feeling proud and completed that day. Soon mangoes of mine were collected and packed in the baskets to be sent to the market for sale.A happy summer time:
I’m a mango tree. It’s my autobiography written by me. I was born in a beautiful farm house of Mr Adamwho was very kind, rich and well known among his village. He was very kind and was respected among masses. It took me almost a year to grow into a mature tree. Until I grew up Mr Adam visits the farm house daily and sometimes also waters me.When I was young I have many fellow friends of different fruits like apple, cherries etc. We became fast friends. Some were elder than me. We all wanted to grow as fast as we can because in this way we can produce the fruit and make our owner happy. This was our sole reason of existence. Mr Adam sometimes sits under my shade.The happiest day of my life was when I shed my first mango. I could see the happiness on Mr Adam’s face. My struggle didn’t go wasted. I was feeling proud and completed that day. Soon mangoes of mine were collected and packed in the baskets to be sent to the market for sale.A happy summer time:I still remember that summer when it was vacations in the school and in the noon when all were resting school kids jumped the fence and climb up on me to enjoy the mangoes. I could feel their joy. But one day they were caught by the waterman. But Mr Adam forgives those little poor kids and instead gave them a basket full of my mangoes. Indeed he was the pure soul. May GOD bless him.