Diana was your (maternal) aunt. Your mother had committed suicide when you were a baby and living with your father was a less than pleasant experience, so, you often went to Diana's when he pissed you off or you just didn't want to be around him.

As you approached her house, she stood from her rocking chair and smiled at you. She didn't question it, as this was a very regular, virtually everyday, thing.

"Hello, sweetheart," Diana greeted. "We just wrapped up dinner, but your welcome to come inside."