“The House on Mango Street” was a peaceful and easy read for me. After going through many short stories documenting heartbreaking love stories, I was put to the test and began to despair of ever finding a decent story that I could relate to. The main character, who is also the narrator, of Sandra Cisneros' story is never named and the physical and personality attributes of the characters are never described. However, their circumstances are clear. His family, like mine, moved to different rental houses and now owns their own place. They had to leave their last rental quickly due to plumbing problems. I too fled a rental house due to complications from leaking pipes. Eventually, the protagonist realizes that every time her family moves, another member is added, which I see as a potential allegory for my own life, even making new friends as a result of the transitions of my life. I feel like I can relate to her, because of our similar life experiences. The family in this story has moved around a lot throughout the protagonist's life. They wish to own their own house one day, and the protagonist's parents have always dreamed of how it would look and what amenities it would provide. She remembers that “they always told us that one day we would move into a house, a real house that would be ours forever so we wouldn't have to move every year. […] And we would have a basement and at least three toilets so that when we took a bath we didn't have to tell everyone. Our house would be white with trees all around, a very large garden, and grass growing without a fence” (Cisneros 151). My family has also moved a lot. I am reminded of his parents' dreams of the house they want to give to their family...... middle of paper ...... "The House on Mango Street" I moved from house to house several times during my life. I experienced a sense of spiritual homelessness exacerbated by moving from place to place without rest. Additionally, although I have never seen "a landlord bang on the ceiling with a broom" (Cisneros 151), I have evacuated a rental due to complications caused by a water leak and earned good friends, even members of my family, thanks to the moves. . Unlike the protagonist of this story, I am not ashamed of the house I currently live in, nor of my previous accommodations, because each one has been a blessing from the hand of God. He always provided what we needed when we needed it. Works Cited Cisneros, Sandra. “The house on Mango Street.” The literature collection. Ed. XJ Kennedy and Dana Gioia. Pearson Education, Inc. 2013. 151. Web.