When I was a girl, my grandmother would take my brother and me to the library. After story hour, we would traditionally walk to the nearby diner. At the end of our meal, my grandmother would take her box of daily vitamins from her pocketbook and my brother and I would take turns feeding them to her. I can remember how my fingers felt on her lips and how she would click the vitamin in her teeth and giggle before swallowing.This became a peculiar game to us. With each vitamin I anticipated my next turn.
Photography by Mat Wilson