A House On Mango Street by Sandra Cisneros: A Rice Sandwich
The special kids, the ones who wear keys around their necks, get to eat at the canteen. The canteen!
Even the name sounds important...
Mama, can you make me a sandwich and write a note to the principal so I can eat at the canteen too?!
Oh no, no sir. Next thing you know everybody will be wanting a bag lunch-I'll be up all night cutting bread into little triangles.
I dont want to eat at school I like to go home with my best friend Gloria.
If I ate at school there'd be less dishes to wash. You would see me less and less and like me better. Everyday at noon my chair would be empty. Where is my favorite daughter you would cry, and when I finally came home at three p.m. you would appreciate me
You, who sent you here? This is no good, till Sister Superior gives the okay. Go upstairs and see her.
You don't live far. You live across the boulevard. That's only four blocks. Not even. Three maybe.
Dear Sister Superior, Please let Esperanza eat in the lunchroom because she lives too far away and she gets tired. As you can see she is very skinny. I hope to God she does not faint. Thanking you, Mrs. E. Cordero