Bianca,
It's been five years since you've died. Its also has been five years until I've truly forgave you. I was so mad at Percy, when he told me you had died. I literally wanted to wring his neck. After some time I forgave Percy. He became more like a brother figure to me. The more of a brother he was to me, mad me madder at you. You were supposed to be the one to throw me my thirteenth birthday party. You were supposed to be the one to give me a hard time about my first crush. You were supposed to defend me when dad gave me a hard time. You were supposed to be my older sister. But you weren't there. You weren't there for the anniversary of mother's death, or for my first day of middle or high school. I was, and still am, grateful to Percy. But do you know how many times I've wished you were still here? That it was you, and not Percy, giving me a hard time about liking a girl. Or throwing me a birthday party? But I'm getting better. I'm not mad at you any more. I'm starting to move on. I'm moving forward in life. But you will always be my older sister. I guess I will just mail this letter to you, being the Ghost King and all. And I might right back.
Nico