I wake up this morning to find my car has been broken into and my stuff rummaged through. The vehicle smells horribly like stale cigarette smoke, which tells me they sat in my car for awhile as they went through my papers and glove compartment 😡🥺. As far as I can tell, nothing was taken except for a couple of chocolate bars I had bought for my friend’s son. I feel so violated and scared. I lived in the inner city of Toronto for years and I’ve never encountered such brazen and disgusting low lifes. Since we moved to this city, our door has been tampered with and the locks picked, our icicle lights that we hung in our back deck were cut, and several personal items have disappeared. I am both angered and saddened that this is happening but mostly I’m just scared! Nobody should be fearful in their home. I think my family and I have to rethink our decision to live here.