“Mommy, am I the ugly duckling out of all my brothers and sisters?” Tammy the duckling asked her mother one night.
Mother Duck was shocked. “No, my darling, why would you say that? Everyone is beautiful just the way they are.”
“But I’m not as tall as my brothers and not as good looking as Joanne. I mean, she can talk to anybody.”
Mother Duck sighed, “Tammy dear, you cannot compare yourself to others. Everyone grows and matures at different rate. Everyone is different even if you are related. Just be yourself. Who knows, maybe when you grow up, you will be more beautiful than your siblings. For now, just sleep, okay?”
That night, Tammy had the most wonderful dream. She dreamed she was in the pond and there were layers upon layers of white feather behind her. “I am beautiful,” she gasped and spread her wings.
I am participating in Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writer, where we write a piece between 100 and 150 words (more or less 25 words) in length inspired by the photo prompt above.