Before we moved to the Mango Street, we had moved a lot. Each time we moved, there was one more family member. By the time we moved to Mango Street, there had been six of us--- Mama, Papa, Carlos, Kiki, Nanny and me.
The flat we used to live in was in bad condition: the pipe didn't work but the landlord refused to fix it. She dreamt that one day they would lived in a real house with running water and pipes that woks. Inside the house there would be real stairs. We would be a basement and three bathroom so that we don't have to ask others when we want to us it. The house will bave a big yard and grass growing without fences.
But in fact the house in Mango Street was quite different from what we expected. The house was very small. The window was so small that it would hold your breath. Some bricks were falling. There were no front yard . There was a small garage that was for a car we didn't have and a samll garage. All six family members have to share one bedroom.
Family members in the house have different hair. My father's hair is like broom. My hair is lazy. Carlos' hair is thick and straight and you needn't comb it. Kiki's hair is slippery. My mother's hair is curly and beautiful. Nanny's hair is like fur.
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