The first person to die in our family was my baby brother. That's how we discovered we had HIV/Aids. My brother was born HIV-positive and only lived for nine months. I don't remember him very well. I just remember that he was sick.
My father was the next to become ill. He died when I was nine. I still miss him sometimes. He used to take me everywhere with him and buy me presents. He bought me a giant toy dog which I still sleep with every night. I look after it carefully and keep it clean.
We have this photo of my father to remind us of him.
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