We were standing at the top of a church tower. My father had bought me to this place in a small Italian town far from home in Rome. I wondered 1.
"Look, Alice," my father said. I gathered all my courage and 2. I saw the square in the centre of the town. And I saw many streets around it.
"See, my dear," my father said gently. "There is 3 one way to the square. Life is like that. If you can't get to the place where you want to go by one road, try 4. "
Now I understood why I was there. Earlier that day I had begged my mother to do 5 about the lunch at school. Because she is the head of our school. But she 6. Because she couldn't believe the lunch was as bad as I said. When I turned to father for help, he said nothing 7 brought me here to give me a lesson—the value of an open mind. By the time we reached home, I had a 8. At school the next day, I secretly poured my lunch soup into a bottle and brought it home.
Then I asked the cook to serve it to my mother at dinner. The plan worked 9. Mother had just one spoonful and shouted, "The cook must have gone mad!"
Quickly I told her the truth. Mother said she would 10 the matter the next day.
