Memories of Mom Short Story

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I opened the sliding door and heard the familiar swoosh. It was a sound that had been part of our lives for nearly twenty years. Every time someone entered or left the house, that swooshing sound could be heard by all. Now it sounded like a soft cry instead of the usual welcome into our parents home.

The house was empty…of people. After I slid the door closed with another swoosh, the only sound to be heard was the…