When Freya first saw the mouse, she didn’t just react, she screamed with a level of intensity that honored her Haitian roots. One moment she was scrolling TikTok, and the next she was standing on the sofa like a worship leader who had just witnessed a demon sprint across the sanctuary. With all the sass God gave her, Freya announced that wildlife was not her calling. She refused to negotiate with anything that moved faster than her reflexes. Instead of fighting, she immediately delegated the situation to Dyak, then grabbed her phone to document the chaos for the world, because in the La Famille Pòt household, Freya’s spiritual gift is commentary, not combat. Her scream was respectable, her posture dramatic, and her message unmistakably clear: “This is not my ministry.” And she meant every word.
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