My friend and I were trying to survive all alone and the only entertainment was a tree- an old apple tree that looked beautiful in the sunset. All we had to eat was the apples from the apple tree. We looked at the apples grow every day staring at it until one day a man came up to us and said that the war was over. We were delighted.
We could finally eat something other than apples. But our families were still gone. My friend asked the old man if he could take care of us. We lived with him and had a great life.