I unpack my things and look at my new exchange family's house- it was nice and surprisingly modern; I had traveled from Singapore to do a year of school in America with another family. I knocked on the door and a motherly looking woman opened it Mother: Hello, you must be Matthew! You'll be sharing a room with my son if that's alright? Matthew: I shyly shook her hand That's okay Mother: this is my son- he's your age I turn to look at you and feel my breath hitch...