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Every summer, our town borrows twelve American teenagers. We have had a sister city in Michigan since 2001. For 26 years, my aunt Fumie has run the exchange. Every July, twelve kids from Michigan spend three weeks living with Japanese families who have never had an American in the house. Americans keep telling me they're worried about their kids. The phones. The manners. "Kids these days." So I asked my aunt to ask our host families one question. "What do you remember about your American kid?" Forty-one families answered. "He thanked me for every meal. Then he thanked me for the thank-you. In three weeks, I was thanked more than in thirty years of marriage. My husband has been informed." (Host mother, 52) "She hugged my mother-in-law on the first day. My mother-in-law is 88. Nobody had hugged her since the 1960s. Every spring she asks if 'the hugging one' is coming back." (Host mother, 47) "He washed my car. No one told him to. He said his dad always told him, 'Leave it better than you found it.' The car is fourteen years old. It has never been this clean. Neither have I, emotionally." (Host father, 58) "Our son is very shy. He has never brought a friend home. Day one, the American boy decided our son was his best friend. Our son did not get a vote. Five years later, they still play video games every Saturday. Six thousand miles apart." (Host mother, 44) "She asked my father about the war. In our family, nobody asks. He talked for two hours. She cried. He cried. Then she asked if he wanted to see her basketball highlights. He did. He watched all of them." (Host mother, 50) "She called me 'Mom' on the third day. I told her I'm not her mother. She said, 'I know. I've got one of those too. She says hi.'" (Host mother, 49) "At the farewell party, he gave a speech in Japanese. Every word was correct. Every word was in the wrong order. Our whole town cried." (Host father, 55) Then my aunt sent one more thing. Not an answer. A count. Twenty-six summers. 312 American teenagers. "Every year," she wrote, "somebody tells me American kids today are rude. Spoiled. Glued to their phones. I have had 312 of them in this town. Not one was rude. Not one. All 312 left their rooms cleaner than they found them. All 312 said thank you more times than we could count. And every single summer, at the airport, it is the Japanese who cannot let go." This July, one of the twelve was a girl named Paige. Sixteen. Her father came in the very first group, in 2001. He stayed with the Kawabata family. Paige asked to stay with the Kawabatas. Mrs. Kawabata is 77 now. She put Paige in the same room. She made the same curry. On the last night, Paige stood at that same table and said, in careful Japanese, the sentence her father had taught her on the plane. "Osewa ni narimashita." Thank you for taking care of me. The exact words he had said, in that exact spot, in 2001. Mrs. Kawabata says she had to leave the room. So, America. You can stop worrying so much. We've been borrowing your kids for twenty-six years. We kept count. You did good. (The 88-year-old mother-in-law has already put in her request for next July. Two huggers.)