Calcium

In a desperate, decade-long effort, Daddy force-fed us calcium. Trying to find more pleasant sources than milk, he’d buy Tropicana Calcium, Extra Pulp Orange Juice. I loved it, but Sarah complained of its acidity. So calcium vitamins were bought and handed out daily. But they soon lost appeal. Next, Daddy bought chocolate flavored cubes of calcium, much to our initial delight. But after a couple years, we became sickened by their awful fake-chocolate taste. More recently, Mother has been sending us home with a bottle of sugar-coated calcium vitamins. We eat them dutifully. None of us has broken a bone.