My dear baby, if you can survive, please remember that I love you.
She’s already dead when the rescuers found her. Through all the debris, one can see her lifeless body, knelt down, upper body stretched forward, with both hands tried to push up. It looks as if she’s trying to worship something or pray. The rescuers stretched out to reach her, looking for those non-existent life signs. When all those failed, they still called out and tried to use tools to make noise around her. There’s nothing. Those who are already numbed by all the devastating scenes moved on. But right before the rescuers reached the next pile of debris, the leader of the group yelled out “Come back! Come back!?as he ran back to where the woman is. He knelt down, tried to squeeze his hands down the body. After a few attempts, he screamed, “There’s a baby down here! There’s a baby down here!?
It is a three or four month old baby, neatly wrapped by a flowery blanket. He's still sleeping, so peaceful as if all these disasters are just in our dreams. As one doctor tried to do a quick exam on him, he felt something tucked right between the blanket and the baby. It was a cell phone, with a text message typed in on the screen, ?My dear baby, if you can survive, please remember that I love you.?