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It is over fourteen years now, that I told my seven year old son that I have HIV and that I will be dying soon. I told him not to worry too much that my Mum and elder brother will take good care of him, because back then I was a single parent. All the things I told him affected him physiologically and emotionally to the extent that he became absent minded in school and on two occasions, he ran out of home.
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