We were standing at the top of a church tower. My father had brought me to this spot in a small town not far from our home in Rome. I wondered why. "Look down, Elsa," Father said. I gathered all my courage and looked down. I saw the square in the center of the village, And I saw the criss-cross of streets leading to the square. "See, my dear," Father said gently, "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. try another." Now I understood why I was there, Earlier that day I had begged my mother to do something about the awful lunches that were served at school. But she refused because she didn't believe the lunches were as bad as I said. When I turned to Father for help, he would not interfere . 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 my lunch soup into a bottle and brought it home. Then I asked our cook to serve it to Mother at dinner. _ She swallowed one spoonful and sputtered, "The cook must have gone bad!" Quickly I told what I had done, and Mother stated firmly that she would deal with the matter of lunches at school the next day! In the following years 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 possible means to my goal. Father's wise words always remind me that there is more than one way to the square,
Where were we?
Where was it?
What's my name?
Who was I with?
What did I see below me?
What did I want my mom to do?
Did she do something?
Who did I turn to next?
Did he help?
What did I bring home?
In what?
Did it taste good?
What is my job?
When?
Did my mom eat the soup?
Was the tower nearby?
Was I scared?
Were the roads in a circle?
Who gave the soup to my mom?
When did I come up with a plan?
church tower
We were standing at the top of a church tower.
in Rome
My father had brought me to this spot in a small town not far from our home in Rome
Elsa
"Look down, Elsa," Father said.
My father
My father had brought me to this spot in a small town not far from our home in Rome. I
the square
I saw the square in the center of the village,
something about school lunches
Earlier that day I had begged my mother to do something about the awful lunches that were served at school
No
But she refused because she didn't believe the lunches were as bad as I said. 
Father
 When I turned to Father for help, he would not interfere 
No
When I turned to Father for help, he would not interfere .
soup
At school the next day, I secretly poured my lunch soup into a bottle and brought it home. 
bottle
At school the next day, I secretly poured my lunch soup into a bottle and brought it home
No
 She swallowed one spoonful and sputtered, "The cook must have gone bad!
fashion designer
 I began to work as a fashion designer two years ago. 
two years ago
I began to work as a fashion designer two years ago. 
yes
She swallowed one spoonful and sputtered, "The cook must have gone bad
yes
My father had brought me to this spot in a small town not far from our home in Rome. 
yes
 I gathered all my courage and looked down
no
 And I saw the criss-cross of streets leading to the square.
our cook
Then I asked our cook to serve it to Mother
by the time we reached home
By the time we reached home, I had a plan