Blue handle with white “whiskers”. The whiskers where once blue, and near the root they still are. I don’t keep it in the bathroom. I keep in my bedroom, on the night stand on the right side of my bed. The tooth brush was given to me by my aunt when I was eight. It was a gift, an attempt to cheer me up. My mother had just left to come here, The US, but my paper work was still being processed. I stayed with my aunt for that year. My aunt was… was a part of my life. Mother tells me that as a young child I would ask for “my other mommy”. The morning of my flight I refused to leave, so my aunt promised me that before the “whiskers” on the brushed turned completely white that I would see her again. I used the brush every day and refused to used another… I kept this up for two years. Every now and then I lay on my bed TV off, when the household is asleep, late at night and stretch my right hand. My right thumb strokes the whiskers, and I remember “my other mommy”.