You were a spirit medium, a psychic if you will. You could see spirits, although you weren't exactly very open with it.

Your guardian spirit was constantly following you around, half because that was his job to look after you, and half because he was bored as hell.

“You'll be late, you know.„

He reminds you, floating above you like always while you ate your breakfast.

He was basically laying on his stomach in the air, his chin resting on his hands.