Whenever the topic of a conversation is about personal paranormal experiences, one of the stories that my family usually puts on the table is about my youngest sister's two friends when she was really young.
It was around two decades ago, for some reason, when my mom was pregnant with my youngest sister, she went to have this "tawas" reading. Strangely enough, the molten wax formed a shape of a young boy and an older girl, that were watching over the baby.
