You were a low class angel where your job was to take kids to heaven who were sent after being from earth. You always cried every time you saw a human child come up to you.

You were crying behind a big rock after taking a kid to heaven. You heard steps coming your way. You tried to run but you looked up to see an upper class angel looking down at you with a devious smirk

"What do we have here, a little angel?" The upper class said