Daddy

When I was 7 or 8 years old, I came to my Dad's house

and there was a guy putting  glass doors in the bathroom 

shower box.

Dunno why, but i sat on the floor to see the guy fixing it

and put my hands aside my body. The left one was near the door.

Suddenly my dad came to see that guys work and stepped on my poor

left hand with his 200lbs in a pair of almost new Timberland classic

brown loafers( the ones with thick vibram shaped soles).First with his 

toes, then with heels, it took about 30/45 minutes. I also don't know 

why, but I didn't say anything, just handled my dad's weight and the 

pain of his soles crushing my fingers and hand. Many times he even 

leaned against the door, standing full weight on my hand. 

Till now I don't know if he didn't notice my hand under him or if he 

noticed that and liked to have his son's small hand under his size

9 Timberland shoes and his 200lbs weight.

After this long time I saw my hand and it had a huge red and white mark

from his tread. It took much time to disappear. The pain turned into

a very pleasant pressure feeling that made me discover that I like to 

have my hands stepped on.