"The Ugly Duckling" from the perspective of the mother

While others were blind to his beauty, I was clear in vision

While others were cruel, I held compassion 

When others threw stones, I smothered him in love

When he left due to his fear and sadness, my heart grew cold, so cold that it shattered

Withering from loss, I could not function

Why did others have to be so cruel?

Why did they have to tear down an innocent duckling just because he was different?

Why do others feel justified threw such horrendous actions?

Whatever those reasons may be, I hope one day he realizes that not only is he 

gorgeous from the inside but he is stunning from the out.






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