Tell me a story Hashu!

This is the story that my 4 years old recited to me when i possed him with the question, "Tell me a Story Hashu".

Once upon a time, there was a girl named Jayanthi with her son named Hashu. As My mother asked me to tell a story, I was telling a story about my mother and me. My grandma are talking in my mothers phone. My daddy is talking in his phone. My mother was happy and that is the end.
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When I was invisible and my mother can't see me. When I am a super hero, I want to fly.
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