he ran his fingers over my cheek . i toss my phone and the junk mail onto the couch and locate the remote in the cushions . his mouth twisted with pain , and he rubbed his eyes , rubbed away the tears for his two little boys . he knelt down to pull one of the tops off , showing the stacks of paper jammed inside . but they can oft be brought around if the gift be of right sort . '' its comforting ... being here with you . '' 