I had no clue what I was doing, but I obliged my father's request. As we got older, I graduated to rubbing his aching back. He would lay on his back in bed and my baby sister would rub one foot, while I worked on the other. It was a dreaded nightly ritual that we both couldn't escape. True story, when I was about 8 years old, my father who worked as a factory line worker making glass bottles would make my younger sister and I rub his feet every night before bedtime. Licensed Massage Therapist & Owner of Rite Touch Massage
