On the 7th of August 2008, I thought life was all about pain. Before that day, me and my little brother thought our parents were well, we were happy.
On that day, the immigration people came to my house for my mum, and that is how I found out that my parents were HIV positive. We were taken to a detention centre. My parents wanted to tell us that very day, but before they could, we heard it from an immigration officer, which was not nice.
That day I did not think like a grown-up, but as a 14 year-old. Because my parents had not told me the truth about themselves, I felt betrayed and hated myself.
Me and my little brother tried to talk to my mum about her health problems. She said she was scared to tell us because she thought we were going to be rude to her and even walk away.
I love my parents. Even though they’re HIV positive, that does not change the fact that they are my parents.
I could not cope with the situation, I felt like killing myself several times. I thought a person with HIV would suffer. But now that I am 18, I know it’s more than OK to be in that situation. We now talk about it at home and this gives me and my little brother hope that nothing on earth is bad.
My parents are both healthy and live a normal life.