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On Friday, 5 September 2014, we celebrated Casual Day here in South Africa. Its an annual charity drive especially for people with disabilities. On casual day you pay for a sticker and then dress up or down as you see fit. This year's theme was "Bring the Bling." My mom and I had both dressed up. Given that we have a family member who is a quadriplegic, this cause is very close to our hearts. Mom was wearing a neon pink wig for the day, and when she got home, the boys were taking turns putting the wig and hat on and we were taking pictures of all of us being silly. My sister was visiting, so the three of us were all sitting in the kitchen and the boys were running in and out as bust kids tend to do. She was sitting on the chair with her back facing the refrigerator. My mom was sitting directly opposite her, back to the stove. And I was standing against the kitchen counter, in-between the two of them, though more to my sister's side, and I was facing the oven.
As we were winding down, my sister looked at her phone then turned it toward us, and asked if we could see people in the reflection of the stove behind her. We looked at the picture, and, sure enough, there were two extra people in the kitchen with us. On the picture, in the top right-hand corner is a very clear male figure. His face is in profile. From where he was standing in the picture, his face was turned in my general direction, though he was looking down at the table. In front of him, seated in the chair that was just in front of where I was standing (I am not in the reflection at all btw), there appears a woman. She is sitting and seems to have her arms resting on the table. Although, I know this sounds strange, but the first time I saw her in the picture, her head was tilted back a bit, like she was leaning back, trying to relax. A few minutes later, her arms were moved up and crossed over her chest. So she somehow moves in the picture.
This is the second picture we have managed to take of Gran Monta, and the first picture EVER (I'm talking in life or death) that Charlie has ever stood still and allowed us to photograph him. Although, granted, we did not ask either of them, they just both decided to pop up that day. I do not know if it had to do with the fact that we were having fun and they wanted us to know that they were a part of it, whatever the reason, this is a big deal for me. It means a lot that they actually allowed this to happen.
Upon realizing that we had caught them on camera, my mom then proceeded to show us pictures she had taken in my bedroom the morning before. She had 2 outfits hanging on my closet doors, and she took the pictures to try and decide which she would wear for this special day - she was going to ask advise from the girls at work. But on all 4 pictures, a blurry halo appears in the bottom of the shot. I sent one of these pictures to Tim, my medium friend, and he answered saying "that's not a trick of light or a flaw. Look closely and you can see the hair strands pulled together. It's the back of Gran's head." She really wanted to be a part of this experience it seems, considering we think of one of her sons when we do this every year.