Essay on autobiography of mango tree

I Am a Mango Tree

As a tree that bears fruits that people love to eat, I enjoy seeing their faces when they taste my sweet products. The first time I was planted, I had a rough time growing up due to the high level of soil acidity.

However, nature itself corrected this by dropping things on the ground that improved the soil’s alkalinity.

Essay on autobiography of mango tree summary

Since then, I knew my destiny of seeing families start and grow with and through me.

The woman who planted me was Josie and her daughter was Ingrid, an active tomboyish girl. Ingrid had many female cousins yet she played with the male ones the most.

She hated the things and games girls played, “so boring and repetitive, while boys get to have exciting toys and play adventurous activities.” While doing the laundry, Ingrid asked her mother “why” one day, “why men had numerous advantages than women.” She was 10 years old.

Unable to answer such a complex question, Josie advised Ingrid to ask her father instead. The next day, Robert was reading the new