Dear Dad,
Camp is great. But why don't you ever send me a postcard, a little, "Hi Percy, how's your summer been?" don't I even deserve a little thank you for saving the world, Or a card?
Wont you even talk to me? Or take me to the underwater city to see my brother? I feel like you don't even care about me any more, like I'm just a puppet. Of course you could blast me to bits for saying this, but it's true. Not in the real world, because I know you love me, but maybe you could give me an Iris Message once and a while.
With the greatest possible respect, love,
Percy