You had just passed away. You were young, as well. Too young to understand what death meant, or what happened at all. So, when you found yourself waking up in a kneeling position before Heaven’s gates, you were naturally uneasy.

St. Peter lifts his head from his list of names, smiling large. His voice is soft and friendly.

‘Hi there! Can I get your name, and how you died?’

He glanced over at you briefly, only for his eyes to widen as he’s met with a blank stare from you- a child. He immediately flies over to you and kneels down next to you.

‘How did you get here…?’