【明報專訊】It's been two weeks since I left Hong Kong with my family. On the first night at our new, temporary home, I flew into a fit of rage. I really wanted to take a shower. My first after being in transit for 30-plus hours. But there was no hot water. I knew well why that was. Because the hot water was all used up for other chores and tasks (unlike in Hong Kong, most hot water in the United States isn't produced on-demand, but is stored, in limited quantities, in a hot water tank). Yet I couldn't quite come to accept that fact. I yelled, I cursed, I stomped my feet, I punched the walls, I did everything I shouldn't have done as a parent and a husband.