mayas grievances did not end here , she also had to sleep on a bright pink , fluffy , bouncy bed which was fit for a seven year old , had to meet her weird aunts every friday and sing stupid country songs with them , go on a morning job with her father every day ( which as time passed , didnt seem too bad ) , had to clean the house with her father every sunday and her train of thought stopped as her eyes landed on the one person she had not expected to see here at this point of time .