The House on Mango Street

by: Sandra Cisneros

Sections 22–25

Quotes Sections 22–25
Your abuelito is dead, Papa says early one morning in my room. Está muerto, and then as if he just heard the news himself, crumples like a coat and cries, my brave Papa cries. I have never seen my Papa cry and I don’t know what to do.
But I think diseases have no eyes. They pick with a dizzy finger anyone, just anyone.
What about a house, I say, because that’s what I came for. Ah, yes, a home in the heart. I see a home in the heart.
His name was Geraldo. And his home is in another country. The ones he left behind are far away, will wonder, shrug, remember. Geraldo—he went north … we never heard from him again.