Disclaimer: The Wizard of Oz does not belong to me. I simply use the characters for my own amusement and yours.
Today the sky was the clearest, most serene blue you could ever imagine, considering that yesterday the Kansas plains were hit once more by the ever constant twisters. You get used to them after a while; they're part of life when you live on a Kansas farm. Yesterdays, though had been different. Grandmother stood peering out her window, as she'd like nothing more than to outside to the storm. She look of desire frightened me. I knew she was aging but to think that her was leaving her and that she'd leave me and all the rest of us behind, brought tears to my eyes.
Grandmother lies in bed today with tears in her eyes. I enter the room and ask, "What's the matter, Grandmother? Do you need anything?" .
She turns and looks at me, sorrow etched in face. " I missed it. I could have gone back. I want to go back."
"Go back, where, Grandmother?" I ask her as I gently sit down on the bed.
"To Oz, my dear, to Oz. To the Munchkins, to the Winged Monkeys, to the Scarecrow, to the Tin Man, and to the Cowardly Lion. I miss them, and I know they miss me too."
"Oz? I've never heard of a place called Oz, Grandmother." I stare at her in wonderment.
" Its not in Kansas, or the US. Its across the shifting sands, a great desert surrounds it completely. I killed the Wicked Witches, and set their servants free. I freed them." Her voice began to crackle and her breath became strained.
"Grandmother? Grandmother?" Anxiously I called out to her, afraid that she has died.
Her voice is weak and frail, " Go to my memory box, and get out my journal. Everything you need to know about Oz is in there. You must promise me, that with the next twister, you will go to Oz, and find your heritage. It is all that I can leave you. You must swear, Az. You must swear, Dorothy Azkadelia. Swear on my grave….." Her voice faded and her eyes began to shut.
"Mama! Daddy! It's Grandmother, she's not well. Come quick!"