Reading Jack

He had no body hair. His skin was hard. I felt Jack’s deformed face. He doesn’t like it whenever I touch him. I always waited until I hear the silent sobbing end telling me that Jack has already fallen asleep.

Jack was quite angry at me when he found me trying to cook one afternoon. He told me I could never do it. He took my hands and tended to my cuts and told me he would never read to me again.