Finding Grace

So every summer i go to my aunt and uncles house, for a week or two. It's usually fun and nice and relaxing but now this year I brought kaylin and Andrew and now after all of these months, she is complainging about how messy and smelly we were. How we didn't help pay for anything. How i didnt help cleaning up or with the party that they had. I swear okay having a little baby and doing all of that is a big job. This isn't true though. I cut all of the vegtables, and made a dish. I helped her every way that I could, after every meal I got up and helped do dishes. I know I wasn't too clean with my room and I know they did buy everything, but she is making it sound like I am the biggest pig in the whole world. I don't know if she doesn't remember or something but I did try to help. If it was bothering her that bad, then why didnt she pull me to the side and ask me to help clean up more or to pay for something. You know it just hurts me that they don't even understand what's it's like to be us. We went there for a vacation, and they live i a 300,000 dollar house. I live in a trailor. I live pay check to pay check..it was hard just being able to afford the gas down there. I mean i feel awful because I love her to death but damn, that was so mean. I just don't know how to freaking put it. I don't want to tell her this but damn she just really hurt my feelings.