Percy
How are you? How is Liliana? Not a day goes by when I'm not thinking about how wonderful my life would have been if I was at home with you. To return to your loving embrace and pinch Lily's cheeks; hold her in my arms and tell her that her mother loves her all while holding your hand would be my utmost pleasure.
How is Sally? And how are our friends. I have also sent a small toy and sweets from our daughter while I am here. They should arrive in a parcel only a few days after you accept this letter. How is our family business? I am missing out on so much. Has Lily started school? There are so many questions I have. When I reflect on my thoughts, it seems weird to me that I am writing to my husband, asking about the welfare of our daughter. I never thought I'd remind myself of my mother.
I tell the nurses at the institution everyday that I am alright, that I should go home. They only laugh at me and say a normal person won't believe in gods, wars, and teen romance between kids. They say I should be a writer of fiction. But it's true. Just like my love for you and Liliana.
However, to reflect on my thoughts isn't why I am writing you this letter. It is to inform you that the mental institution has reduced my stay by a year! They say my progress is set at a fast pace and at this rate, I will come home anytime within the next two years! But I have not stopped believing. I have only learnt how to hide. Hide the truth. And I know you haven't stopped believing either. And won't let our daughter either.
I love you both, and I'll see you very soon.
-Annabeth