The House On Mango Street Formal Writing Assignment They decided it all for me and the next thing you know, wewere moved. One night, I come home and my father gives me a big smile and says, wereout of here. I give him a puzzled look, but after staring into his grinning face, I realize whathe means. After thirty nine hard years, he has finally found the home he has always wanted. Since my father was young, he had always dreamed of the house he would one dayreside. He would say to his mother, my grandmother, when I get big, I will live in a houseas big as New York. When my father began working, he started to save money in the bank,knowing one day it would be spent for his dream home. He would doodle out sketches ofhow he thought it would look. As he aged, his goal became more realistic. He had a higher paying job, and wasable to move out on his own. Knowing he could not just leap into a palace at the ripe ageof 19, my father settled down in a run-down apartment complex. He was placed in an old, one bedroom apartment. He would sleep at night, andlisten to the other poor families complain and argue into the wee hours. After two years ofthis, he married my mother and they moved into their first house. This is where I was bornand raised. Everything in my life has come from this place. The house was a part of me,and I assumed it would always be there for me.But three days before my sixteenth birthday, everything changes. They have beensearching for a new place for months, and my fathers current job gives them the option tolook at pretty nice houses. But they claim to have found the greatest bargain of all time. And without my input, they have picked this great house in the middle of nowhere,Wynantskill. So, my father tells me, get ready to say goodbye to your house, we can move to thenew place in two weeks. And despite my wishes otherwise, this new place is going tobecome my home. And when I first see it, it is just as ...
