This is a photo of my childhood toy named “Mr. Binky.” When I was born, my grandma gifted me a stuffed animal. My parents named him “Mr. Binky” before giving it to me. It’s a pink security blanket with a bunny head. It quickly became my best friend. I took it everywhere and even slept with it, it still sleeps with me till this day. It brings me so much comfort and was able to remind me of home whenever I was out with it as a child. I cherish Mr. Binky, with his worn out fabric and sewn on eyes, he's seen all of the ups and the downs and has been with me since the beginning. Although I am not as attached to him as I was when I was younger and don’t bring it around everywhere I still appreciate him and sleep with him almost every night. As the years go on the shade of pink fades, every fade reminds me of a different chapter in life. As I navigated my way through elementary, to middle, to now high school, Mr. Binky was there to see it all. He never judged, never criticized; instead, he offered a silent understanding that made the tough moments feel a little lighter. Without him I don’t  know who I would be today. 

– Leeya Sanchez

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