More than one way to the square 

　　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 luncheon soup into a bottle and brought it home.

　　Then I asked our cook to serve it to Mother at dinner. The plan worked perfectly. She swallowed

　　one spoonful and sputtered, "The cook must have gone mad! "Quickly I told what I had done,

　　and Mother stated firmly that she would take up the matter 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 possible means to

　　my goal, Father's wise words always remind me that there is more than one way to the square.