Word count- 103
In order to make me, a softy, tough like himself, father used to make me run every morning.
One day he cajoled me to go up the hill, touch the shack; at least the nearer one.
He ignored my plea that I have pain in my knees.
There were no stairs, just a hard and slippery path.
I obeyed him, ran up; touched the shack and came back.
Lovingly he hugged me and said, ‘never let a little pain deter you from reaching for your goal.’
Since then little pain or injury never became obstacle in my journey.