10th of August 2015 I was on my tea break sitting in the canteen with my colleagues, I received a call from one of my sisters in Holland which I thought was odd as she did not usually call me during my work hours. She asked me to go to a quiet place and immediately my heart started racing, I confirmed with her where I was, then she told me the words which would set me on a new phase in my life. 'Annie, my mum passed away this morning' I held my breath, leaned against the wall and started to cry. I could tell she had been crying too, she spoke a little more and confirmed she would be in London within a few days.
I was working in my churches headquarters at the time as a writer for the newspaper, I left the office I went to the auditorium to pray, my head was spinning, I then went to the toilets to clean my face, I was wet with sweat and tears.
I went back to the office and tried to discreetly tell my manager that I couldn't stay, before I could even get the words out that my step mum had passed away I started to cry, I cried so hard my whole body started shaking and I couldn't breath, she quickly took my into her arms and held me.
That was the worst day of my life.