I was cooking up some breakfast as I heard Liam come storming down the stairs. “Pancakes!” He cried with glee. I smiled and placed one on his plate.

While I watched him eat I thought of how he doesn’t look any different from all the other 4 year olds. Face it, no one would ever know the fact that he has AIDS considering how he looks no different.

But then I recalled how he looked when he was just born. He couldn’t breathe from the thrush infection clogging his throat therefore his skin was blue.

That was the worst day of my life: never knowing whether little Liam was going to make it or not.

But now here he is, wriggling in his chair to a song in his head while he quietly ate his pancakes.

“Get your play clothes on honey we’re going to the park today.”

“Yay!” He exclaimed while jumping from his chair and running back up the stairs to get dressed as fast as possible.

Meanwhile, I was just glad the doctors got him to breathe as quickly as possible when he was first born.