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  • Each year my husband and I visit Uganda. We work with an infectious diseases institute in Kampala, the capitol of the country. For years now we have been following Nelson, the boy in the photograph. Nelson and three of his six brothers and sisters are HIV positive. They live with their mother in a small shack in one of the many shanty towns within the city. They live in one room with no running water or electricity. Sandra, their mother, cooks their one meal a day in an old oil can beside the house. She lines up seven small cups for each of the children and fills them half full with the porridge she's made. Each child must make this meager meal last for the entire day.

    Nelson, loves soccer, tales of living in New York, and most of all, photographs of himself. Each year we take an image, which I then mail to him through the hospital where we work. He picks up the photograph on one of his many visits to the Institute for his maintenance medication. The photographs I've taken over the years are pinned to the mud walls of their tiny hut. They sit beside images of soccer players, and President Obama. Though Nelson lives under the most dire of circumstances, he finds joy in each and every day. Perhaps living with HIV will do that to you.
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