Mother of a Heroin Addict
Nicholas was a much longed for child. Aware I would have no further children, his birth seemed especially poignant. Lavished with love he flourished growing into a kind, caring, sensitive, intelligent boy. From a young age he was a voracious reader mastering Shakespeare, the bible and war history. For the first fourteen years of his life Nicholas brought us nothing but joy.
My husband’s work was such that we were required to live in different countries in the world. Nicholas was raised in privileged environments which included expensive private schooling, drivers and servants. We decided to remain in New Zealand when he was due to go to secondary school as his older brother had not enjoyed boarding school and we did not wish the same for Nicholas.