A short story of a seed

Hello everybody !  I am a seed of  an apple.
I was grown of a rich famer' farm house.
My name is Rocer. My famer friend was a gentle and caring school girl.
My friend's name was Laxmi. She used to tell me and share with me what ever she had done in school.
                                              
                                        one day she sowed me and watered me She was taking a good care of me.
She even used to sing sweet songs for me, but one day she heard that her father was selling the farm house to arich person called Ambani. She thought that her farther was lying but the next  morning saw that the news was true  she was very sad and even me. she had left the farm house and could never see me again. 
                                                                            (when in class 5)

MY IDEAL HOME

My ideal home is
without warranty,
       It protects us
       with guaranty.

My room is made of chocolate
It seems like a rocket.

My tap is made of paper
And i am the maker.

My floor tiles are white
Just like sun shinng bright.