"I don't want to" the little girl stomped her foot and shook her head, on the verge of tears.

"Stop it, Soojung!" the beautiful middle age woman in front of her busy fixing up the little girl's make up, putting more lipstick.

"Umma, can we just go home?" the black haired girl in ballerina outfit pleaded "I hate the crowd. I don't like it"

"You shut your mouth, You are going to go out there and win the pageant for me"

"I don't want to"

"Listen, you are my daughter. Everyone in our family won the school little miss pageant at the age of 7. I did, your unnie did, now it's your turn"

"But I'm not unni. I don't like standing in front of the crowd"

"Look at your surrounding, look how ugly the other girls are. You are surely to win, now go out there and make Umma proud"

The little girl had tears in her eyes, her mother scolded her for ruining her mascara. The 7-years-old wanted to run away, wanted to disappear but she didn't want to disappoint her umma. No one can denied how beautiful the girl is, taken a lot after her beautiful mother. Little Soojung made up her mind to step on the stage to make her umma proud, and of course she won number one.

But even winning didn't make her mother happy, the woman scolded her for not smiling happily, for not doing the final pose perfectly, that she should bow deeper to the judge and because she only reached 90 instead of 100. 

"Next time you need to do better!" the woman said in a cold voice to her daughter

"I don't want to do this anymore. I was only doing it for you"

"Little miss, you can keep your opinion inside your stupid little head" she pushed Soojung's head with her finger "I am your mother and I know what's best for you"