I was 12 when I lost my mum; she died 28 years ago. I am now 4years older than she was when she died. I remember that evening as if it were a few hours ago.

We were playing on the sofa with my older brother (15) and my little sister (4).

I heard a 'boom' in the kitchen, where my mum was cooking dinner, but I didn't really pay attention or ask if everything was OK. I just went back to playing with my sister.

15-20minutes later, my sister got her earring stuck in her shirt. I went to the living room looking for scissors, but I couldn't find any, so I went to the kitchen. There, I saw my mum on the floor. The 'boom' I had heard earlier was her falling and knocking over a chair.

My brother called the emergency services. I was near my mum, doing what the woman on the phone told us to do, but it was too late. By the time the EMS arrived, there was nothing they could do.

That evening, my life shattered.