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Then a row of students.
Then parents.
The sound began softly, like rain.
Applause.
Miguel held up one hand, not to stop it completely, but to ask for one more sentence.
The room quieted again.
He looked at Mariana with tears in his eyes.
“So if my mother is standing in the back, then the back is where the most important person in this room is.”
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