The House on Mango Street

by: Sandra Cisneros

Sections 41–44

1

They came with the wind that blows in August, thin as a spider web and barely noticed. Three who did not seem to be related to anything but the moon.

2

No, this isn’t my house I say and shake my head as if shaking could undo the year I’ve lived here. I don’t belong. I don’t ever want to come from here.

3

One day I will pack my bags of books and paper. One day I will say goodbye to Mango. I am too strong for her to keep me here forever. One day I will go away.