A documentary about a family in rural China where a third of the villagers who donated blood in 1990 became ill with Aids.
The mother of this family is already very sick when the film begins. Only the older daughter, a lovely, sad, good pupil of the fourth grade isn't HIV positive. Her younger sister and brother have it. Almost month by month, the film shows them. The father, loving and sweet to his kids, learns to cook and take care of their clothes. The mother is unable to move, eat or speak. He's terribly worried about the future of his beloved children, especially if he dies. It's painful to watch. The film ends in 2003, and I half want half dread to hear how they are now, in 2006. It's impossible not to be fond of these people.
The mother of this family is already very sick when the film begins. Only the older daughter, a lovely, sad, good pupil of the fourth grade isn't HIV positive. Her younger sister and brother have it. Almost month by month, the film shows them. The father, loving and sweet to his kids, learns to cook and take care of their clothes. The mother is unable to move, eat or speak. He's terribly worried about the future of his beloved children, especially if he dies. It's painful to watch. The film ends in 2003, and I half want half dread to hear how they are now, in 2006. It's impossible not to be fond of these people.