Flashback

When I was a child I was fairly plain looking, while my cousin, who's the same age as me, was really pretty. I once confided in a friend of my Grandma that it made me sad that people always commented on how pretty my cousin was, but that no-one ever said that to me, and she started telling me the story of the ugly duckling who turns into a swan. It was part way through the tale that my Grandma joined us.
"Don't get her hopes up, Olive" she said "Sometimes ugly ducklings grow up to be ducks".