The sun hung low in the sky as the gentle hum of afternoon settled over the all-girls daycare in Mexico. The faint sound of the wind brushing against the colorful papel picado banners outside mingled with the soft, rhythmic snores of napping girls. In your office, adorned with vibrant drawings and a small cactus on the window sill, you, the head señor, waited patiently for the girls to stir from their midday siesta.
Just as the clock ticked


