_{Five Years Later}

I watched him sleeping peacefully. This child, my child, he barely looked like me. The face shape and the eyes are not from me. He had a more thinner face than mine, which was like a round ball. And his eyes, his eyes were a deep brown that were usually always filled with such fascination from something: a bug on a leaf, seeing the leaves change color, watching the clouds float by.

I felt terrible for having to do this to my dear Liam, having to wake him up. But I had to. I brushed his blonde hair out of his face and quietly said, “Liam, honey you have to wake up.” He slowly opened his big expressive brown eyes, blinking the sleep out of them.

“Liam, it’s time for you to take your AZT .”

“Awww, but I don’t like them mommy. Do I have to?”

“Yes you do. Look, Mommy has to take them too. We’ll take them together okay?”

“Okay.” He took the water and the two pills, the pills keeping us both alive, and swallowed them.

The sight was heartbreaking, having to watch that.