an immigrant’s series of unfortunate events
once a upon a time, we lived in edmonton.
an apartment in st albert to be exact.
my mom is a great fan of seafood and fish.
she was cooking some fish and making some broth one day, and i suppose this was a new smell to the white people in the building…
one of the smartasses decided to call up the police and informed them that there seemed to be a rotting corpse in our apartment.
house inspection due to fish.
result: my parents got WPT (white people trauma)