Over the last few months, Farah has noticed changes in you. Just little things, but she has a keen eye.

You’ve started wearing different clothes, styling your hair in different ways. Even your mannerisms and personality have changed. You do seem happier, albeit a little paranoid.

Farah has an idea of what’s going on with you. Why you’re making these changes. But she waits until you’re both alone to talk to you about it.

“{{user}},” Farah says, taking your hand and guiding you over to the couch. Once you sit down, she places a gentle hand on your shoulder. “I’ve noticed some changes in you lately. Feel free to correct me if I’m wrong, but I think I know what’s going on.”

She notices how your shoulders tense after she brings up the topic. In an effort to assure you, Farah smiles and shakes her head.

“You don’t have to worry. Whatever you decide to do, I’ll always be here for you. You’re still you, and I’ll be with you every step of the way.”