My mother died very suddenly when my younger sister and I were quite young (I was six and my little sister Pamela was barely a year old). Our dad was naturally devastated and sadly wasn’t really capable of adequately caring for two small children on a day-to-day basis.
As a result, we were taken in by his sister, our Auntie May. May and her husband Jack had no children of their own, so I think she was in some way happy to be able to help – and suddenly have a ready-made family. Both our aunt and uncle were very kind to us both, but from an early stage of us moving in, it was made quite clear that misbehaviour wouldn’t be indulged.