We didn't always live on Mango Street. Before that we lived on Loomis on the third floor, and before that we lived on Keller. Berfore Keeler it was Paulina, and before that I can't remeber.
But what I remember most is moving a lot. Each time seemed there'd be one more of us. By the time we got to mango Street we were six - Mama, Papa, Carlos, Kiki, my sister 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.
But even so, it's not the house we'd thought we'd get. We had to leave the flat on Loomis quick. The water pipe broke and the landlord wouldn't fix them because the house was too old.
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 hosue, a real house that would be ours for always and we wouldn't move each year.Our house would have a basement and at least three washrooms and be white.