The week-old newspaper on the kitchen table caught his attention. An ad, “Baby Crib For Sale”, was encircled. It had a happy smiley next to it.
I have to believe humanity will survive this, and that someone will read this note, eventually. You. You’re reading this, aren’t you? Hello you, my dear reader. Let’s pretend you’re here with me as I’m writing this. Please. I don’t want to die alone.