I am not even sure how I feel about my aunt. She was kind and gave us presents very Christmas when NONE of our other aunts or uncles did. My grandparents on my dad's side didn't even give me gifts ever. So, there's that; she was nicer to me in that sense than any other aunt or uncle. However, she never learned my name. Seriously. NEVER. LEARNED. MY. NAME. She called me number 2. She knew my older sister's name. But my younger sister and I were #2 and #3. Never remembered anything about me from one meeting to the next other than I was the one that liked animals.

ETA: And it wasn't like she lived out of town or anything. She lived like 30 minutes away and we saw her every month.