This incident happened last year during December. My mum works works as a representative in a tour operator agency and this job enables her to come across many tourists. In the previous years she has befriended some of them and they are still good friends. Like this she befriended "Maria" (I would prefer not to mention the real name).
"Maria" comes from South Africa and she's a psychic. My mum and "Maria" became good friends and that's when she revealed her abilities. During an appointment at the hotel with my mum, she also communicated with my ancestors but I would not focus my attention on this particular event.
My mum had invited "Maria" one evening for dinner and that was the first time I saw her. She's a really kind lady and she also believes a lot in God. That evening, after dinner, she got into trance, trying once more to communicate with the deceased. At first, I actually found that a bit scary. She started coughing loudly as if she was choking on something and then after a few seconds she became calm. She was deeply concentrated and the first person she "saw" was my great-grandfather. (Again I would not give too much details about this.)
Then the next encounter had something to do with me. She closed her eyes and was speaking to me, but she was still deeply concentrated. She said that she was seeing a very handsome boy around 18 years old and he was smiling. She told me he is my brother. I'll provide some explanation to this: Actually I'm the elder and I have a little sister. But before I was born, my mum was pregnant but unfortunately she had a miscarriage.
When she told me that I could not stop crying. I always wished I had an elder brother and when she told me that I was simply overwhelmed. My brother, through "Maria", was telling me that he wants me to study hard and work as an engineer. He wanted to work as an engineer and wanted to study hard also, but now he wants me to do so, to fulfill his dreams. He said that I was also lazy because I never helped my mum in the garden. (I actually don't fancy gardening). Actually my brother "helped" mum when she worked in the garden. That's why she never felt tired.
From what "Maria" told me, I understood something. She was not lying and I know that. In my childhood (I'm 16 now), I had an imaginary friend, he was a little boy. At that time, my little sister was not yet born so I used to be "alone". But I had this imaginary friend and I did not feel lonely. I used to play "detectives" with my friend and I even talked alone and I would also hear his voice in my head. I always found that really strange, I did not know who this little boy was, until the day I met "Maria".
Another thing that used to strike me was my passion for wrestling and football, which I still have. For a girl, I thought it was awkward, but now I understand why. My brother is more attached to me than my sister and this explains my interest in wrestling and football.
My brother is my guardian angel and I really wished I could see him. I had a dream where I was in a peaceful place with a handsome boy and I suspect that I saw my brother. I really miss him and I wish I could see him more often in my dreams. I often end up crying sometimes because I miss him too much. But I know that wherever he is, he's watching over us.
I love you, bro.