We were standing at the top of a high tower. My father had brought me to this tower in a small town not far from our home in Rome. I wondered 1 .
"Look down, Elsa," father said. I called up all my 2 and looked down. I saw the square in the center of the village. And I saw many twisting（曲折的）and turning streets leading 3 the square. "See, my dear," father said softly. "There is more than 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, 4 another."
Now I understood why I was there. Earlier that day I had asked my mother to do something about the terrible lunches that were 5 at school. But she refused because she could not believe the lunches were as bad as I said.
When I 6 to father for help, he didn't say anything. Instead, he brought me to this high tower to give me a lesson. By the time we reached home, I had a plan.
At school the next day, I secretly poured（倒出）my lunch soup into a bottle and brought it home. Then I asked our family cook to serve it to mother at dinner. The plan worked 7 . She swallowed（咽下）one spoonful and said angrily. "The cook must have gone mad!" Quickly I told her what I had done, and mother agreed that she would deal with the 8 of lunches at school the next day!
In the years that followed I often remembered the lesson father taught me. I began to work as a fashion designer two years ago. I wouldn't stop working until I tried every 9 means to my goal. Father's wise 10 always remind me that there is more than one way to the square.
