Dear R,

I can develop transference for anyone.

I spent an hour with the pharmacist where i've worked on and off for since I was 16. I went after he told
my brother that he wanted to see me. I started to cry in front of him and he was so nice. He said that he was proud of me, and that I'd go far that he was so happy to see that both my brother and I had blossomed from when we first started to work for him.

As he spoke i pictured him
being my father. He told me to
come back before I left and I might go back tomorrow.