The first time I truly became aware of HIV is when I was talking to my mother about my brother’s father. He was tested and came back positive, and he contracted it by injection (sharing needles). I never really knew him, but my mom started talking to him again, and so I decided to say hello. He was very happy when I talked to him, and he told me he just had to live every day to the fullest. Later, we hadn’t heard from him in a while, and we heard from a friend that he passed away. He lived 10 years with HIV and lived every day happy.