Kimmie Hite
Bio
Born in the Philippines as a military brat I grew up as a kid exposed to all walks of life and cultures. Currently, working on releasing self published book while living with lupus nephritis as a single mother waiting for transplant
Stories (49/0)
Subsistent Lies
I had heard the whole thing. Colin was to ask for my sister’s hand? And Gabriella was actually going to go through with it? What in heavens name was wrong with the world? I left the stables shaking my head. Colin had coaxed my sister into a lot of things, but this? This was absurd. “What’s troubling you my lady?” I heard a voice ask.
By Kimmie Hite2 years ago in Fiction
Subsistent Lies
When Zaria had told me and Gabby that mama was to marry us off at court I was happy because I would finally get a chance to find someone to take daddy’s place as my provider, but yet sad because if I did find someone I would have to say bye to my sisters. Although I seemed isolated from them, I loved them, I just didn’t know how to get that through to them without getting hurt again. The last person I told I loved abandoned me when I needed him the most.
By Kimmie Hite2 years ago in Fiction
Subsistent Lies
How in the world mami got the money to buy me, Zaria, and Izzy new clothes for court I would probably never know. The dresses she bought were highly stylish which meant they were very expensive. “Mami where did you get the money to buy these dresses?” I asked as the servants assigned to me by Colin helped me into my dress.
By Kimmie Hite2 years ago in Fiction
Subsistent Lies
I watched as Gabby fled to the woods and sighed. I was angry and frustrated, hurt and tired, and Gabby had done the one thing that had made me crack. How dare she make me take all the blame. I’ve dealt with enough these past days, with taking care of little belonging we had, arranging our stay with the Gulliver family, comforting mother, watching my sisters, and training to become a lady. Then at night there would be those two dark eyes looking at me, their eyelids covered with the deep shade of blood, flowing down my fathers face….. “Zaria.”
By Kimmie Hite2 years ago in Fiction
Why I Changed My Mind And Opted To Fight
"It is what it is" and "If I were to die today" were two of my dads favorite catchphrases. I sit here in the hospital bed reflecting heavy on him as I run through all my possible options I have ahead of me. Reminiscing about all the things my dad had to go through with my birth mom and me with this nasty disrespectful wolf disease. All this triggered because the admissions team asked a simple question. How old were you when you retired? Meaning got Medicare as an insurance because that is reserved for people who have worked till they are old and put into the system, have a nest egg and house paid off so they can live comfortably in their golden years. Catch 22 I "retired" at 17 BEFORE I even had my first job.
By Kimmie Hite3 years ago in Longevity
Why I Changed My Mind And Opted To Fight
His death was the final straw. After my dad and sister passed, God calling back my lover, friend and yes the first real man I would have submitted to once I healed from the hurt; it was definitely time for a change. Had I known that impulsive decision would have caused a domino effect I would have stayed my ass in Colorado, living in my childhood home, working at my dream hospital job, riding out my remaining years of multiple streams of income till reserves were tapped. However, I made the impulsive decision to move with no real plan in place during a pandemic no less. Well at the time I didn't know a pandemic was going to happen because had I known that I wouldn't have compromised my health no matter if I had been for the most part in remission (a significant amount of time with no major lupus symptoms) other than my normal aches and pains that were managed by my pain meds. No sir looking back had I known a pandemic was going to happen and the domino effect of being homeless, not getting medical care for my chronic illness, not being able to get meds, having to work 3 jobs 7 days a week, Arizona threatening to take my daughter because i didn't have anyone to watch her while I was sick in the hospital; yes I would have stayed in Colorado where I had established care, my meds were available to me monthly like clockwork, one job that paid all my bills, a home and most importantly I knew the laws and my daughter wouldn't be taken by CPS if I didn't have anyone to watch her while I was sick in hospital because I knew my docs and they let her stay or if not I had a village in Colorado.
By Kimmie Hite3 years ago in Humans
Love Trials: How Deep Is Your Love?
I stood there glowering at the father of my child with my arms folded. If our daughter wasn’t in the next room playing with his stepkids and his wife I would of slit his throat and bounced. However, the witnesses that consisted of innocent children I didn’t want to taint and the fact I had love for this man because he was Malubay’s father albeit I was no longer IN love with him; were his saving graces at the moment. So I stood there imagining all the different ways I could not kill nor torture him. “Who gave or how did you get this information?” Alejandro asked trying to stall with the explanation I was there for.
By Kimmie Hite3 years ago in Fiction
Subsistent Lies
The day papi died was a sad one. I rather blamed myself for the death mainly because I was the problem child (being that I was the middle child and all) and because if I had been doing my chores papi would have never went into the woods in the first place to look for me. One of the things I liked and loathed about me at the same time was my need for independence that made me rebellious. Many times papi and mami have told me to put my brains to good use, which I did just not in a very productive way. The boys my sisters and I grew up with have even given me the title of the treacherous hoyden of Anevia. What they thought of me and what they said had no effect since I never planned to get married. Now that I look back on it, I don’t really think it would matter if I wanted to get married, considering the fact we were poor now. I mean, what man would want to be married to a maiden who could not give him a dowry, even if she was considered one of the fairest in all of Anevia? Of course, Colin and Calib were the exceptions, but then again they were our best friends.
By Kimmie Hite3 years ago in Fiction
Subsistent Lies
Another day has gone by and nothing exciting has yet to happen. Life is boring this way. Its uncomfortable living in another house instead of ours. Papa has been gone for a day or two and we all miss him. I think all of the tension of his death and having to move got everyone a little bit moody. Just now Zaria had slapped Gabriella. I know that Gabriella has done many things in her life to deserve a good slapping, but I never thought that anyone would do it, especially Zaria who normally ignores Gabriella’s bad behavior. Once Gabriella ran off to the woods, everyone sort of stood dazed and then returned back to what they were doing. Mama tried to speak to Zaria but she was gone before we could find her. I turned to the house and closed my eyes. My head was killing me; I think another one of my headaches were coming on. I would ask one of my sisters to find a way to get rid of it, but Gabby was in the woods followed by Colin, and Zaria had left toward the house.
By Kimmie Hite3 years ago in Fiction
Subsistent Lies
I dropped my water buckets and wiped the sweat off my eyebrow as I looked down at our cottage. From atop the hill I spotted Isabella tending to the laundry and Gabriella was…what was she doing? I scanned the yard more and sighed when I couldn’t spot her or her horse, Epona. No doubt the both of them were out in the woods exploring who knows what. Instead of doing her chores, I’m sure she coaxed Isabella into doing them for her. “She’s in the woods.”
By Kimmie Hite3 years ago in Fiction
Adulting Can Get Hectic
It’s 2021, and a lot of us are still dealing with the ramifications of COVID. However, a lot of the things people dealt with during the pandemic for the first time have been the story of my life since birth. From losing jobs, being confined to your home when you didn’t do anything, surviving on a tight budget because you didn’t know when you’d get paid next, illness and most of all, death and grief; I’d like to be a jerk and say welcome you’ve had a taste of my world but, I have a little more compassion than that. In fact, I can sympathize, empathize and I can show compassion; I’m a rare one, I tend to see both sides and relate, side effects of being a female raised by 2 ½ men. If you guys are anything like me life has a tendency to get hectic and you get caught up in the fast lane because ADULTING CAN GET HECTIC. Trying to be Superman or Wonder Woman and handle everything while at the same time not being a bother to those you love and balancing self-care. It gets to a point where keeping in touch with people who aren’t under your roof gets placed on the back burner. So much so you forget to take time to slow down and appreciate the little things and those close to you until that is they wind up dying. Like sheesh even with the hard childhood I had I’d still choose to go back to being a kid hahaha. Anyways, it’s when death comes that you start to reminisce on the good times. You’re forced to pause and focus briefly, that is, if the person had even a small impact or difference in your life at one point. You remember that person was your backbone, the glue, the one that checked up on you, gave you good advice when you had no one, or simply listened so you could vent and get your frustrations off, or whatever the case may be life at the moment you hear the news stands still. Life and love can often be taken for granted because we get so busy and wrapped up until death comes and wakes us back up. There have been four deaths that jolted me and had me reevaluate life for better or worse. Till this day I still miss key people that have passed. My birth mother, the warden aka my dad, my sister Lauren and my teddy bear Jay. I always used to wonder what was worse missing someone you never knew but their memory had detrimental effects or people that you shared good times, memories and laughter with. I finally have the answer from experience and the answer is people I have memories with.
By Kimmie Hite3 years ago in Journal