I wake up in the middle of the night, sweating. I have a dream where I’m falling, falling into space. I get up early feeling somewhat washed-out and wait for the Facetime call from Mum and my sister-in-law Gina. ‘Hello, Sweetie!’ says Mum, as usual. ‘How are you?’ ‘I’m fine!’ I say, trying to disguise the butterflies in my stomach.