The sun was setting on a small town in the Midwest. The sky was a deep orange, and the air was still and quiet.

John was walking down the street, his head hung low. He had been walking for hours, and he was exhausted. He had been searching for something, but he didn't know what.

Suddenly, he heard a faint sound coming from an alleyway. He stopped and listened. It sounded like someone singing. He followed the sound and found a small figure huddled in the corner.

It was a young girl, no more than ten years old. She was wearing a tattered dress and her hair was matted and tangled. She was singing a sad song, her voice trembling with emotion.

John knelt down beside her and asked her what was wrong. She looked up at him with tear-filled eyes and said, 'I'm a broken angel. I used to be an angel, but I made a mistake and now I'm here.'

John was taken aback. He had never heard of such a thing. He asked her what she meant, and she told him her story.

She had been an angel in Heaven, but she had made a mistake and was cast out. She had been wandering the earth ever since, searching for a way back home.

John was moved by her story. He wanted to help her, but he didn't know how. He asked her if there was anything he could do.

The girl smiled sadly and said, 'Yes. You can help me find my way back home.'

John nodded and said he would do whatever he could. He took her hand and together they began their journey.

They traveled for days, searching for a way back to Heaven. Along the way, John taught the girl about the world and how to be strong.

Finally, after weeks of searching, they found a way back. John and the girl said their goodbyes and she flew back to Heaven.

John watched her go, feeling a sense of peace. He had helped a broken angel find her way home.