The origin of the Star Apple

Once upon a time, there was spoiled boy who was very mischievous and playful.

One time, his mother scolded him so he left home in anger. He loitered around when his mother was miserable because she could not find him.

Every day she kept sitting at the doorsteps waiting for him to come back, but time passed and there was still no sign of him.

His mother was desperate and exhausted, finally, she collapsed and passed away.

The boy had left home for quite long. One day, it was only when he was totally hungry and cold and was bullied by the other older kids, that he started to miss his mother.

- That's it, mom always cooked for me when I was hungry, and she protected me from the other children, I'd better come back home for mommy.

Then he decided to go home. When he arrived, the house and the scene was the same, but he could not find his mother.

He shouted desperately:

- Mom, where are you, I'm so hungry!

Then he kneeled down hugging a tree in the garden and cried.

Magically, the tree suddenly shivered. From its branches, cloud white flowers started to bloom,

then the flowers quickly withered, fruits appeared, grew in a flash with smooth green skin. The tree lowered one of the branches and a big fruit dropped down into his hands.

He bit a large bite, too acrid.

Another fruit dropped down, he peeled it and bit the seeds. As hard as rock.

Then one more fruit fell into his hand. This time, he used his fingers to press around it.

A crack appeared and a flow of white liquid dripped out.

He opened his mouth to catch the flow, it was as sweet as the mother's milk that raised him up.

The tree quivered and whispered:

"Only after three times will you know how it really tastes, only after growing up will you understand a mother's heart."

The boy burst out crying. His mother was no longer with him.

He looked up to the leaves, one side was glossy green, one side was red just like his mother's eyes desperately crying, waiting for him to come back.

He embraced the tree and cried, the trunk was rough like his mother's rough hands working hard to raise him up.

His tears watered the tree, it spread its branches embracing him, the swaying leaves were like a mother comforting her child.

He told other people about his mother and how regretful he was.

Everyone loved the fruits from the tree in his garden, they planted the seeds everywhere they can and named it “Milky Fruits” (star apple fruits)

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