One raw tomato and a glass of orange juice

I missed my late sister. Eventhough she died when I was four (she was seven), I have memories and glimpses of us having fun, of her taking care of me, of her taking me along when she played or visited her friends, and of us being scolded by our parents for skipping an afternoon nap to go to a friend's house. One recurring memory I have of her was when she prepared an orange juice for me. I'd watch her prepare it. She probably did this a lot (not just one lazy afternoon) because if you ask me what I remember of her, I'd always picture her preparing that one cool, refreshing glass of orange juice for me. Another would be a picture of her handing me lots of raw tomatoes to eat, be it in our house or our neighbor's house. And I know I'm not imagining this tomato-eating thing because my childhood friends who are older than me would say that she did do it (handing me raw tomatoes for me to eat) a lot. If she lived beyond seven years old, I'd probably have a glass of orange juice and one raw tomato as my favorite snack.