Standing on the top of a church tower not far from our home in Rome, Father said to me, "Look down, Elsa." I gathered all my 1 and looked down. I saw the crisscross of twisting, turning streets 2 to the square in the centre of the village.
"See, my dear," Father said gently. "There is more than one way to the square. Life is like that. If you can't get where you want to go by one road, try 3"
Now I understood why I was there. Earlier that day I had begged my mother to do something about the 4 lunches that were served at school. But she 5 because she could not believe the lunches were so bad.
When I turned to Father for help, he would not 6 . Instead, he brought me to this high tower to give me a lesson. By the time we reached home, I had a(n) 7 .
At school the next day, I secretly 8 my lunch soup into a bottle and brought it home. Then I 9 the cook into serving it to Mother at dinner. The plan worked 10. She swallowed one spoonful and sputtered, "The cook must have gone mad!" Quickly I told her what I had done, and Mother stated firmly that she would 11 the matter of lunches at school the next day!
In the years that followed I often remembered the lesson Father taught me. I knew where I wanted to go in life — to be a fashion designer. And on the way to my first small success I found the road 12 .
I was busy getting ready to 13 my winter fashions. Then just 13 days before the presentation the sewing girls were called out on 14 . I felt so depressed that I was 15 that we would have to cancel the presentation 16 show the clothes unfinished. Then it dawned on me. Why not show the clothes unfinished?
We worked hurriedly and the showing took place as 17 . Some coats had no sleeves; others had only one. Many of our clothes were only 18 made of heavy cotton cloth. But on these we pinned sketches and pieces of material. In this way we were able to show what colors and textures the clothes would have when they were finished. It was our 19 showing that caught the attention of the public, and 20 for the clothes poured in.
Father's wise words had guided me once again. There is more than one way to the square always.