The sound of small children giggling echoed off the walls of the Belle Haven Community School gym. Parents sat at foldable lunch tables, pencils in hand, facing a projector screen.
In front of some, steam wafted up from white Styrofoam cups of canela tea Alejandro Vilches had provided.
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"¿Piensaron que fue café?" he asked with a smile. The 25 parents in the room chuckled, acknowledging the truth in his statement. It was late at night. And some still wore their uniforms from work.