Esperanza writes about all the people she meets and her experiences
Twelve-year-old girl: Mexican-American: lives in Chicago
We are six-Mama, Papa, Carlos, Kiki, My sister Nenny and me
My papa's hair is like a broom, And, me my hair is lazy, Carlos' hair is thick and straight. Nenny's hair is slippery slides out of your hand.And Kiki has hair like fur. But my mother's hair, my mother's hair, like little rosettes, like little candy circles all curly and pretty.
In English my name means hope. In Spanish it means too many letters. It means sadness, it means waiting. It is like the number nine. A muddy color.
It was my great-mother's name now it is mine (Esperanza).
If you give me five dollars I will be your friend forever.That's what the little one tells me. Five dollars is cheap since I don't have any friends except Cathy who is only my friend till Tuesday.
Cathy says, I am the great grand cousin of the queen of France, She lives upstairs, over there, next door to Joe the baby-grabber.