There are a vastness degrees of being a Step anything, esp. as an Unseen Indian girl/teen, now mid-50’s …. The loss of a lil girl I’d witness her grow up in pure love, Being Seen, My stepmoms death changed everything…… but I still love and care cuz I’d grown up in witness the love, compassion and fondness for all of those steps that were created in her family. The loss of my lil step-cousin, no jealousy was won in the 80’s ….