My dad passed away in 2005 from AIDS when I was three years old. He left my mom to take care of us children. I have four siblings. It was very difficult for her to care for us because she is also chronically sick. We were depending upon neighbors and people at the church to give us food so that we could eat.  Life was hopeless.  When I was 11 years old I was given the opportunity to come live at Kaptagat Children’s Home along with my brother, Evan, who is physically handicapped.  I never thought I would go far in school but I am not finished my last year of primary school, which is 8th grade!