perspective

Esperanza and her family had finally moved out of their old, cramped apartment into their shiny new house on Mango Street. The house was not big, nor glamorous, but to Esperanza, it was a palace – a symbol of hope, a ray of freedom. The peach walls held an old-world charm, the peeling paint an echo of countless stories, and the tiny window was Esperanza's portal into the outer world. The Mango Street was lined with houses that were homely, each telling a story of their own.