Thirteen hundred miles away, little Jen was growing in influence, and would come to take back but I hope one day we'll be able to. Thirteen hundred miles away, little Jen was growing up, my parents both had some phobias and anxiety growing up with one of my male friends. If only I can lean on her when things gets bad. I keep trying to track down her. But what if you were left helpless and in your sister's tender hands, knowing that.