From the Red-Headed Stepchild Jennifer Lee Lawson, MA I had my own dad. You probably think I didn't/ since you're here. He was much better than you. Not a Swabbie. Or a Coastie. A Sergeant. Special Forces. Army. My dad hugged me before I was 30, unlike you to your bio-children. I had my own grandma. I guess you think I didn't/ since you're here. She was much better than you. Not a wannabe German Neo-Nazi. A Swede. Aryan. Better than Hitler. My grandma sent me me real Christmas fudge, unlike you to your bio-grandchildren. I have my own Aunt. You probably think I don't/ since you're here. She is much better than you. Not a wannabe redneck in a dilapidated house.  A real farmer. A real country woman. In Iowa, where caucuses start. My aunt put on 100-people shindigs, unlike you an your bio-nieces and nephews.