I have not had an immediate stifling of sobbing in a while. After reading “Knock Knock” by Daniel Beaty, that streak is ended. All I can really say is that being a parent has changed me emotionally. To this point, I have to be mindful of the content of some books and films. Regardless, Beaty’s “Knock Knock” reminded me of those stabbing memories that come at me from the dark sometimes. I guess life is like that. A constant reminder of the good and the bad.