It's just that it's the other way round. Now I am

It is only that it is just the other way around. Now it is me who tells my mother stories.
This is exactly what I did today at her home. I read some tales from the book you see here., but I had to stop because they were all so sad and mysterious that I had to explain her what had happened in the tale.
Next time I will choose lighter stories.
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