Chapter OneAll my belongings are neatly packed into cardboard boxes, but all I feel is chaos inside.
I don't want to go. I don't want to leave this little student flat which I've been sharing with Sarah for the past three years. But with no money or prospects, I don't have a choice.
I let out a deep sigh and sink down on the edge of the sofa.
"You alright, Mandi?" Sarah asks, handing me a cup of tea. Strong yet milky, just how I like it.
I just shrug.
"This sucks, hey." She puts her hand on my shoulder.
"Life's a b***h, especially when your family can't accept that in this country, things work a little differently," I respond.
"At least you won't have to worry about laundry. Or rent." Sarah is only half joking. Moving back home to act like the perfect Punjabi daughter to my parents
