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She was wet the day she taught me to plant marigolds—kneeling in mud after a spring storm, seeds pinched between her thumb and a lifetime of calluses. She was wet the day my father left—standing in the driveway with no umbrella, rain melting her hair into gray vines, watching his taillights blur into the distance. She never went inside until the last red dot vanished. “Grandma, you’re wet,” I whispered from the porch. “I know,” she said. “Let it be.”

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Later, in the hospital, they wrapped her hands in cool cloths. Her skin was thin as old paper, but her eyes were still the same—the ones that had watched floods and droughts, dishwater and tears, baptismal fonts and garden hoses. I took her hand. It was damp. “Grandma,” I said, older now, voice cracked. “You’re wet.” She turned her head slowly, that same crinkly laugh barely a breath. “Finally,” she whispered. “Someone noticed.” She was wet the day she taught me

The first time I noticed Grandma was wet, I was seven. She stood at the kitchen sink, sleeves rolled past her elbows, hands buried in soapy water. Rivulets ran down her forearms like tiny, determined rivers. “Grandma,” I said, tugging her apron. “You’re wet.” She laughed—a low, crinkly sound, like dry leaves skittering across concrete. “Child, I’ve been wet since 1962. It’s called living.” “Grandma, you’re wet,” I whispered from the porch

She left that night. But I still feel her—in the steam of a hot bath, in the mist off a lake at dawn, in the sudden rain that comes when you least expect it. Grandma, you’re wet. And I’m finally learning to be, too.

I didn’t understand then. I understand now.