I had a lovely life in India with many luxuries. My dad had a good job and I was pampered and happy. I was very close to my family, and I then had an arranged marriage with a very nice husband and in-laws. But even though my parents had deliberately looked for someone for me that lived close by, my husband became increasingly keen to go and work overseas. I just went along with his daydreams because I didn’t think it would ever happen.
Then one day our application for permanent residency in Australia was . . .