Growing up, did anyone else get confused about which aunties were actually related to them? To me, it felt like any older woman who wasn’t my mum or a teacher was somehow my auntie, understandably because that’s how they were introduced.
Now at the age of 20,
I still feel distinctly uncomfortable hearing anyone call an older woman by their first name, let alone daring to myself. I can feel my mother’s hard side-eye just thinking about it.