When I graduated high school at eighteen, I told my mom I wanted to work; I wanted to earn my own money and feel productive. With the help of a close acquaintance, I applied for a job, and I got it. I was happy
Everything was going great until, suddenly, after two months, they found out. Don’t ask me how. One day, they just said to me:
«No te necesitamos porque tienes VIH”
