I moved to Canada when I was 19. It all happened because of love. I married my husband Sebastian, 21, and five days later, I left my family, my friends and my country forever. The marriage was a condition for me to move to Quebec, Canada, where Sebastian’s family had moved a year before on a family immigration program. The day Sebastian told me that the papers from Immigration had arrived and that they would be moving in just a few months, I started crying. I didn’t cry because I knew I would be away from him; I cried because I knew right there and then that I would be leaving my family to be with him — there was no question in my heart that this was what I would do.
The Things We Love 