Being the oldest of the family, I was always the designated as the chosen one to set the example for my siblings. I was never asked if I wanted this role and responsibility. I did not have a choice.
Over six years ago, I stood at the edge of my uncle’s bed and watched him slowly deteriorate from a loving father to mere skeleton. Spotted with brown lesions and almost bald as a side effect of AZT, he was dying from complications associated with Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome (AIDS).