My name is Eperanza; I was a little girl growing up in Chicago. It wasn’t easy living in Chicago, especially in Mango Street. I was ashamed about my house and how it looked, but I made it through, all the embarrassment. I’m a independent 27 year old woman with no husband or kids, but I graduated from Chicago University, where the rich side was. I became good friends with someone from the same school, her name was Isabella, but she wasn’t from here, she used to live in Arizona. I told her about my childhood and about the house on Mango Street, I was glad she could understand what I had to go through. I wanted to go back and
help people from my old neighborhood, yes I know, I said when I was younger I wouldn’t come back, but I didn’t want other people, especially children that were my age at that time go through what I had to go through. I told Isabella if she could come with me to Mango Street to help me out, and she agreed.
We both decided that we wanted to make these houses bigger. Since I had no space
for myself when I was younger, I thought maybe other people would feel the same.
Some of these houses were small for people, mainly if they have children. Meanwhile these houses were going to be bigger, I wanted to redecorate them and fix them like a new house. I wanted to see these people happy and not struggle the way I did when I was younger. These children could finally be able to feel proud of their house, one where they could actually call home.
I wanted people to have their own room, where they can have their own privacy. We
wanted to talk to the owners if they had an idea of what they wanted and how many family members lived in that house. Isabella and I wanted to get this done so we could know how much bigger these houses needed to be. This took me back when I was younger, I couldn’t have my own air to breathe in, and my house was falling apart. See, this is the only reason why I wanted these youngsters to get this kind of privilege. They wouldn’t feel ashamed, poor, or being called at for
their house. Also they wouldn’t have to be dreaming of their dream house like the way I did.
I talked to Isabella if she knew anybody that could help with the houses, she was a life saver, and one of her friends did construction work. His name was Jose we wanted him to come down here as soon as possible. We wanted to get this done so people could enjoy their new home and have the chance to be in it very quickly. These houses, Mango Street was going to look better than ever. Mom was right, it didn’t matter where I came from, and I was still going to come back one way or another, but it was to help people from my hometown.
One way we can help each other is to have a fundraiser to give out to our community that’s in need. How would you feel if you had to live in a half way falling house? Nobody would want to live in a house like that. So why not just lend a helping hand? Just come out and support people because together we can!
-Deborah
help people from my old neighborhood, yes I know, I said when I was younger I wouldn’t come back, but I didn’t want other people, especially children that were my age at that time go through what I had to go through. I told Isabella if she could come with me to Mango Street to help me out, and she agreed.
We both decided that we wanted to make these houses bigger. Since I had no space
for myself when I was younger, I thought maybe other people would feel the same.
Some of these houses were small for people, mainly if they have children. Meanwhile these houses were going to be bigger, I wanted to redecorate them and fix them like a new house. I wanted to see these people happy and not struggle the way I did when I was younger. These children could finally be able to feel proud of their house, one where they could actually call home.
I wanted people to have their own room, where they can have their own privacy. We
wanted to talk to the owners if they had an idea of what they wanted and how many family members lived in that house. Isabella and I wanted to get this done so we could know how much bigger these houses needed to be. This took me back when I was younger, I couldn’t have my own air to breathe in, and my house was falling apart. See, this is the only reason why I wanted these youngsters to get this kind of privilege. They wouldn’t feel ashamed, poor, or being called at for
their house. Also they wouldn’t have to be dreaming of their dream house like the way I did.
I talked to Isabella if she knew anybody that could help with the houses, she was a life saver, and one of her friends did construction work. His name was Jose we wanted him to come down here as soon as possible. We wanted to get this done so people could enjoy their new home and have the chance to be in it very quickly. These houses, Mango Street was going to look better than ever. Mom was right, it didn’t matter where I came from, and I was still going to come back one way or another, but it was to help people from my hometown.
One way we can help each other is to have a fundraiser to give out to our community that’s in need. How would you feel if you had to live in a half way falling house? Nobody would want to live in a house like that. So why not just lend a helping hand? Just come out and support people because together we can!
-Deborah