My original mother had leukaemia when she was pregnant with me and my brother Robbie. So when we were born she put Robbie with one family and me with another. But before she died her nurses found out that she had done this and told her ‘Don’t separate the kids. They need to be together.’ So they asked the family I was with to have Robbie but they said no, they only wanted a girl. So they asked the family my brother was with if they would take me and they said yes! They would take three or four kids if they had to. They just didn’t want to lose Robbie.

When I was about eighteen we were living in a flat in Buenos Aires and were good friends with a family downstairs. One day my mum and auntie went shopping but they were gone for five hours. It turned out that they had been talking to the mother of the woman downstairs. She had heard my mother’s voice and then recognised her and said ‘You have the boy, Robbie.’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Do you have Annie?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Well I am the woman who used to have her.’ It was New Year’s Eve. She invited us to a party but I didn’t go. It was a bit too much to take in. But it’s crazy. Life!