I had an eye for great things, and my mum knew that I would make a fine designer like herself.
I would always tag along whenever she had a new project with a client, and as I grew older, I began to give her ideas.
I became a part of her team and would help her develop mood boards to match the client’s themes. Surprisingly, sometimes she would alter nothing, and the clients would love what I came up with. My mom was a diva, and she was good at seeing opportunities and talent when she saw one. She was also fun to hang out with, so I did not mind not having many friends my age. When I finished high school, mom asked me what I thought about joining her in business. She offered to mentor me and help me achieve my dreams if I desired to become an interior designer. I jumped at this offer since I had admired my mother for years, and nothing would make me happier than learning from the best. After a few weeks of hard work, mom took me to Denver. The idea was to relax and also get inspired to create more. We were scheduled to visit the Kirkland Museum of Fine and Decorative Art, among other places. The night before we visited the museum when we landed in Denver, mm surprised me more. I had never seen her smoking cannabis, but that night she seemed to be free. She had sent her PA to one of the cannabis dispensaries in Denver to get her a stash which she enjoyed that evening. She told me it helped her calm down whenever she was too stressed. Since it was legal here, she indulged. Unfortunately, I was too young to be allowed to try.