“Both my parents are dead,” she said with her smiling voice, “they died from AIDS.”
“Oh,” the man replied. “That must have been hard for you.”
“It’s okay. I don’t have AIDS.”
The man paused and I listened more intently, wondering where this
conversation would go, wondering how the man, an older, experienced
psychologist, would respond.
Her hair was shaved, her faded pink dress snug for her adolescent
body. Her smile was big and her face held light but she was one of the
numerous others just like her, an orphan because of AIDS....
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