I’m a high school English teacher and I met Sharon when I started working at my current school. Sharon was one of the ladies in our student services office, so I’d meet her every morning when I went to pick up my roll, or if I just needed to check in about something. She was my first point of call every morning. I thought she was lovely. She was incredibly approachable. If I ever had any quick questions about anything, I never felt afraid to ask her. We’d have a chat every morning and got along really well.
I’d done one of those Ancestry tests before I started working at the school but I hadn’t looked through my DNA matches properly yet. I’d been at the school for about four or five months when my mum started complaining that she didn’t know anything about her side of the family, so I opened Ancestry back up and had a better look at my matches. That’s when I saw Sharon’s photo in my family tree. I went, hang on a minute, scrolled back and yelled, “Oh my god, that’s the lady from the office!” I ran and found my mum and told her. It was a Sunday night and I couldn’t wait to get to work to ask Sharon if it was actually her.
