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1. How many places has the girl lived in?
2. Where did she live before Mango Street? Why did they leave?
3.Why did the girl want at least three bathrooms?
4.Who did Mama and Papa talk to about their dream house?
5.What do you think was the biggest problem with the house in Mango Street?
6.Did they own a car when they lived in Mango street?
We didn't always live on Mango Street. Before that, we lived on Loomis
on the third floor and before that, we lived on Keeler. Before Keeler, it was Paulina and before that, I can't remember. But what I remembered most is moving a lot. Each time, it seemed there'd be one more of us. By the time we got to Mango Street, we we re six - Mama, Papa, Carlos, Kiki, my si ster Nenny and me.
The house on Mango Street is ours and we don't have to pay rent to anybody, or share the yard with the people downstairs, or be careful not
to make too much noise and there isn't a landlord banging on the ceiling with a broom. But even so, lt's not the house we thought we'd get.
We had to leave the flat on Loomis quick. The water pipes broke and the landlord wouldn't fix them because the house was too old. We had to leave fast. We were using the washroom next door and carrying water over in empty milk gallons. That's why Mama and Papa looked for a house and that's why we moved into the house on Mango Street, far away, on the other side of town.
They always told us that one day we would move into a house, a real house that would be ours so we wouldn't have to move each year. And our house would have running water and pipes that worked. And inside
it would have real stairs, not hallway stairs but stairs inside like the
houses on TV. And we' d have a basement and at least three washrooms
so when we took a bath, we wouldn't have to tell everybody. Our house would be white with trees around it, a great big yard and grass growing without a fence. This was the house Papa talked about when he held a lottery ticket and this was the house Mama dreamed up in the stories she told us before we went to bed.
But the house on Mango Street is not the way they told it at all. It's small and red with tight steps in front and windows so small you'd think they were holding their breath. Bricks are crumbling in places and the front door is so swollen you have to push hard to get in. There is no front yard, only four little elms the city planted by the curb. Out back is a small garage for the car we don't own yet and a small yard that looks smaller between the two buildings on either side. There are stairs in the house
but they're ordinary hallway stairs and the house has only one
washroom. Everybody has to share a bedroom - Mama and Papa, Carlos and Kiki, me and Nenny.