Last week was definitely one of the happiest and most memorable weeks of my life. Sanghyun, Durami and I prepared for that birthday getaway for my Omma and we invited some of our close friends.  I can’t forget my Mom’s contented smile while we were sipping our wine in the balcony after her birthday celebration. Our friends, together with Sanghyun and Durami decided to go to slumber while Omma and I decided to enjoy the evening breeze in our balcony while sipping our favorite wine.         I’ve always look at my Omma as superwoman ever since I was child. When everything goes wrong, I only need to listen to her calming voice and I am reassured that everything will be alright. Whatever I am today, I owe it all to her. She is my inspiration, my life coach and my best friend. Even if I don’t speak, she knows when something is bothering me. That night no matter how hard I tried, it didn’t escape her eagle eyes that something is bothering me. I can still remember vividly my Omma’s words of wisdom that night.       “That’s your fifth and I feel like you got the whole world on your shoulders. It will feel a lot better if you’ll share it to me you know?” Omma nudged my shoulders after a let out a deep sigh. I tend to space out every time I am thinking so I wasn’t able to watch my actions carefully.               “Omma, what are you talking about? I’m just worried no one is asking me out until now. I might end up as an old maid and will only have Dadoong and Bambie for a company.” I don’t want to be a burden to others especially to my Mom who just celebrated her birthday so I tried to hide my feelings.       “You’ve always maintain eye contact to whoever you are talking to and right now, you can’t even look directly at me which means you are lying and that something is bothering you. Your ears also turn a deep shade of pink whenever you’re not telling the truth.” My Mom pinched my cheeks lightly and after that I feel her other hand tickling my waist.        “Yeah Omma, stop it…I can’t breathe!!” Have I mentioned to you that my waist is very sensitive and I hate it whenever someone tickles me there coz it feels like I am being electrocuted. I’m not even kidding about it. When we were younger, Durami got a major bump in her forehead because I gave her a head- when she refuses to stop tickling my waist. I go ballistic whenever they tickle me or sometimes when I really can’t stand the tickling sensation; I just gave in to whatever the person wants from me.         “No, I need to punish my baby for not telling the truth.”Omma ignored my pleas and continued tickling me.  My Omma is one of the most stubborn people I know and I must have inherited it from her.       “Omma, I’m gonna die…waaahhhh…I’m gonna die!!!” I screamed and tried to get away from her hands but she showed no mercy.  I feel like I am brought back to my childhood days when Omma and I will have our playtime. Despite Omma’s busy schedules, she always made sure that we have at least one day to go in the park to play and bond with the other kids in our neighborhood. She made sure that no matter how hard the circumstances we are in, our childhood will not be affected.         “You know the safe word Dara-yah.” Omma’s hands continue to assault me and I am getting weaker in every passing minute. Tears are slowly coming out from my eyes. With all the remaining strength I have, I uttered the safe word that I’ve been using ever since I was a child.         “San …..Tokki……will….speak…now….Ma’am…” I felt relieve when Omma stop tickling my waist. I look like a mess after my mother’s “Get Sandara to Tell the Truth Mission”. After my breathing stabled, I decided to tell my Mom all the worries that has been bothering me for quite some time.           “Omma, last week we had a meeting about our solo careers but sad to say, YG doesn’t have any plans for me. For 2014, my fellow members will be busy promoting their solo songs. The only time that I’ll get busy is when 2ne1 will finally have a comeback and do concert tours.” I pause for a moment to let out a deep sigh. Omma remained silent but I feel her run her hand at my back to comfort me.         “For four years, I’ve been waiting for YG Sajangnim to give me a break. I was sad when he pulled me out from that drama that SBS offered me but I didn’t complain because he said I needed to focus with 2ne1. He promised that I will start acting again once our schedule with 2ne1 is not so hectic but I think he already forgot about it.”  It feels like déjà vu feeling the same pain I’ve felt when YG informed me that I will no longer act in that drama.           “Did you ask him about your solo projects?” I heard Omma asking me.         “I didn’t Omma. They gave us a print out of our future schedules and aside from 2ne1, I will just be doing photo shoot for my current endorsement.” I tried to fight the tears that are threatening to fall from my eyes.                   “Why can’t he give me a chance to prove my worth Omma? I want to prove to all of them that I am more than just a pretty face. I want to prove to them that just like the other artists in YG, I also have a talent to share to the world.” I looked at my Omma and waited for her answer but she just let me be.                 “I followed all his commands. I never deviate from all their policies. I gave more than what they require me to do. Tell me Omma, what more can I do for them to let me do what I want?” Omma held me close to her and give me a warm hug. My heart felt better after letting out all my frustrations with the way YG has been treating for the past four years. Omma was right; it will feel a lot better if you share it with someone.         “Darayah, you are multi-talented and you have to believe me because I am telling the truth. I love the sound of your angelic voice every time you sing. I love how you dance gracefully and how you give proper emotions in your every performance. I love how your acting skills convey the proper emotions needed in your music videos. I love how you lively give your spiels in music programs whenever they give you a chance to MC. And most of all, I love how witty your ideas are whenever you are promoting your group and your YG family. ” My Omma held my face while telling those words to me.         “You’re talent goes beyond what normal idols have because what you have is very special. You may not know it but you have touched a lot of people’s lives just by sharing your talent. People like you because you are Dara Park of 2ne1 but don’t forget that people love you because you are Sandara Park, the simple and crazy girl who dared to dream big and go after her dreams.”           “I am 100% sure that I will still support you and chose you to be my idol even if I am not your Mom because you are someone worthy of emulation. You give inspiration to us just by being yourself. You inspire you fans to be a better person.” My Mom is beaming with pride while telling those words to me.         “But why can’t YG see my worth Omma if that is true.” Insecurities – this is what YG’s blatant disregard brought to me.             “Darayah, don’t let what others think of you define you. You are special and just because some people don’t see it now, that doesn’t mean you are not. Oftentimes, the most special things are the ones being taken for granted. People only realized their worth once they are tak