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I was nearly kidnapped from the welfare by one of Tracey's boyfriends Morris. He was the one that got her on to junk. I asked her about the first time she had a shot of heroin. Morris had locked her in the cubicle at Canterbury Foster home where I was staying and wouldn’t let her out until she shot with him. Apparently she could hear me in the next room asking where she was. They were in there for hours. We hopped in the car with Morris to drop me at a new home for a while. Tracey recalls me sitting in the back seat saying, ‘mummy you’re burning your dress’. She was sedated and didn't realise the cigarette had lit her dress on fire.

It only took several shots. She doesn’t use heroin anymore, but was addicted for about 6 months then fled to Tasmania and went cold turkey. Now she is on a daily dose of methadone, 6 valium, drinks and has her smoke.

Morris is dead.