This morning I read a few more chapters of "The House on Mango Street".

Esperanza is growing up and her little world, made of games in the courtyard, neighbors that give you old clothes, buying candies at the corner store, is getting wider. And life starts to show its dark side: her aunt illness, her cousin arrested by police for car theft, the old collegue of her first job who, on the pretext of his birthday, stole her a kiss on her mouth, the irregular migrant who dies in an accident alone and in total indifference. Esperanza voice becomes social criticism.

Meantime she discovers her vocation for writing, encouraged for her aunt who, before she died, tells her to keep writing, because writing will keep her free, even if Esperanza at that time don't know what she meant.