I was born with HIV on January 10th, 1997, and for the first nine years of my life, I had no idea about my condition. It was a question that lingered in my mind every day as I dutifully took my medication. I would ask my mom repeatedly why I was taking those pills and when I could stop. It was in those innocent inquiries that I saw the profound truth etched on her face – a truth that shattered my childhood innocence. Her expression, marked by both love and the weight of a secret, told me that I would never stop taking those pills. Continue reading...