I surely got my creative side from my father. And so did my favorite sister, Joy. If you've been following this column, you'd know that Joy was one of my early influences in terms of being strict with my grammar. Anyway, my father was an architect while Joy took up interior design in college. They would have made a good pair had my father lived long enough and had Joy pursued interior design after college. I guess fate had other plans. I grew up around drafting tables, pencils (the fancy ones), tech pens, t-squares, blueprints, watercolors, illustration boards, name it, they had it. Watching Joy slave over her thesis plates for a whole school year was a core memory. I can even remember what some of her plates looked like and was so amazed at how she was able to come up with such masterpieces. She was as good with drawing as she was with her grammar, I must say! And this is why I knew early on that the main room in a house is called the 'master' bedroom and not the 'master's' bedroom. That's not to say that it belongs to the 'master' of the house, but rather the biggest one in it. Well, except if you're a robot dressed in a maid's uniform and answer to the name Irona!
