The careless havoc

Sometime i look at him and ask myself some weired questions.Fred is a very happy youngboy who has HIV/AIDS and is not aware of the diseases.What he does is take he HIV antereterorirals everydayness.To him its routine and he has never asked why he takes the drugs.
When i even see him playing i break into tears not even knowing why i am crying for him.It hurts that he has to carry a cross theta he did not wish to carry and he is not even aware of but he has to carry and he is not even aware of but he has to carry it.For a long time i have been thinking of a way that i can always help him but i cannot help him out of this havoc.I usually think of the pain that i would feel to see him dye but i pray God that he does not dye before me.
It has always tortured me when i get close to him or talk to him.I have always protected him from people who try to mistreat him but i feel this is not enough.I have wanted to help him always for the rest of his life or for the rest of mylife.I never miss him in my daily prayers.But it amazes me that he is always joviat,optimistic and has self-esteem.My question has always been taht what if he comes to a realisation one day. 

Location: SOWETO, NAIROBI, KENYA