Here is another installment about my family. This one will be about my step-mom Jenny. She is not what I would consider a lot older than myself. She was born in 1961, and I in 1976. She could honestly be a older sister. But the chips fell and gave me a step-mom that I could be close too. Although things were not easy on me growing up a child in a divorced family, Jenny did try to give me as normal a life as possible. To this day she knows what my past did too me, and she even admits what happened. For that I respect her so much. I can remember she would go on the church youth trips so she could cook for all of us.