Auntness

An aunt may be young, ridiculously so, as a body; but as a soul, that is, as her real self, she must enjoy the full privilege of auntness.

When I wasn't completely creeped out by this sudden switch-off of normal auntness, I'd ask my mom what was going on.

Her auntness is accidental. The accident is my father who recently, and for reasons both private and worrying, reclaimed this extremely peripheral twig of the family tree' (Swaminathan 2006, pp. 2—3).