If someone had told me that my intelligent, well-mannered son would one day disappear into the streets as a drug addict, I would have laughed in disbelief. But now, I carry a pain I wouldn’t wish on any mother.
My name is Harriet, and I’m a mother of three. My firstborn, Allan, was always the bright star of our family. From nursery school all the way to secondary, he was always among the top. Teachers praised him. He had big dreams, to be a civil engineer and take us out of poverty. to read more click here
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