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A childhood marked by loss
I grew up in rural Eastern Uganda. My parents were teachers and I had dreams, like any child. When I was nine, my mother became seriously ill. After a long and traumatic illness, she died when I was 12.
My father, devastated and jobless, began drinking heavily. My brothers and I would collect him from the roadside, but eventually he left our family. As the eldest, I suddenly became both father and mother to four younger brothers.
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