I've decided to view this plant as Dorothy's reincarnation. If I convince myself that Dorothy's wish has come true, maybe my own burden of sadness will be lightened.

One week has passed. Dorothy has grown and now stretches beyond the basement. A large cluster of her has grown like a bulb in the basement. I enjoy feeding it birds, dogs, and other animals that I hunt down for her.

For my Dorothy. My life feels full again. This is good. I'll live out the rest of my life here with her.