Acceptance. An easy word to speak, a hard one to do. And what makes it harder is the fact that you don’t want to accept it. You resist that certain force to accept what is presented to you.
As for me, that is what is happening.
I am trying my best to try to convince myself to accept the reality but it just wouldn’t work. Every time I think about it—every time I think about her—everything in me just repulses. Like every cell in my body hates me for even considering the idea of accepting her into the family.
It’s not like Bianca has done something really bad to me. But yeah, she somehow did. When she broadcasted in the whole Chicago that she and Kristoff had this history, she had done the worst thing to me.
I just couldn’t get the fact that she knew that we are sisters—half-sisters—a
