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The rain had been falling for three days when Lila first noticed the shift. Not in the weather—that was predictable, gray, soft—but in the way her mother moved through the house.

Lovely, always lovely, with her hand-knitted cardigans and the way she hummed old songs while drying dishes. But now there was something else. Caution. Every step measured. Every glance at the ceiling, at the windows, at the rising puddle in the backyard. lila lovely caution wet mom

Her mother turned slowly, rain dripping from her chin. “I’m learning to hold it,” she said. “The caution. The wet. All of it.” The rain had been falling for three days

One evening, Lila found her standing barefoot in the flooded vegetable patch. But now there was something else

“Wet mom,” the kids in the neighborhood had started whispering, not meanly, just observant. Because Lila’s mother had begun to absorb the dampness. Her hair curled into new shapes. Her skin smelled of moss and laundry left too long in the machine.

“Mom?”