tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19022783806693768692024-03-05T19:18:56.549-08:00Ey Wade's~ When Clouds TouchEy Wadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04410026742901835948noreply@blogger.comBlogger29125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902278380669376869.post-42975803208983683882023-11-20T08:33:00.000-08:002023-11-20T08:37:12.131-08:00Paisley, Come Out and Play With Me ~ When Clouds Touch #romance #AsianAmerican #IndianAmerican #Holi<div class="p17" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 14.4pt;">
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</tbody></table><p> </p><p>“Would you like to go to the Holi festival with me tonight?”</p><p><br />
“I’ll go any and everywhere with you.”</p><p><br />
Malachi laughed. Reached across the island in the kitchen of Paisley’s apartment and pulled her close, kissing her lips. She tasted of the mixtures of fruit she was swiping and snacking. The juice from the oranges he was cutting to put in the lemonade, dripped from his hands and perfumed her hair. </p><p>“Awww, you’re so sweet, Paisley. I almost want to stay right here with you, but I think you’ll love this festival. It’s a celebration of colors and Spring. Usually there are hundreds of people. All friendly and full of fun.”<br />
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“Really? I’d love to. Is there a certain way to dress?”</p><p><br />
“I usually wear white because the colors show up better. Sometimes it gets wild. People spray colored water in the crowd and colored powder is thrown. When it lands on you, it can be beautiful.”</p><p><br />
“Sounds like it. What time? Should I cover my hair?”</p><p><br />
“Depends on whether or not you’re an adventurist.”</p><p><br />
“I’m into anything you are.”</p><p><br />
“Ooh, I always knew you were the lady for me. And just so we get this straight, you can think me freaky if you want, but I’ve dated and saved each t-shirt from every festival I’ve attended inside a special window box.”</p><p><br />
“Well, you know I’ll never think you’re freaky. You’ve shown me some pretty unique things. I would never have thought about flying kites at night. Last night was magical. The glow in the dark paints made the experience something I will never forget.”</p><p><br />
“Wait until you become a part of tonight. I can’t explain the love and feeling of oneness you’ll feel. As soon as we finish our meal, we can leave.”<br />
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“Thank you so much, Malachi. I haven’t felt this free in all of my life. First I was able to be out her during the light of day, hiding in the shadows of a the largest tree and yet I still felt comfortable. Everyone has been really nice. I’m speechless and happy.”</p><p><br />
“That’s exactly how I wanted you to feel.You made my day, and my night so perfect. So, are you ready to leave? We’ve been here a while and I don’t want to tire you out.”<br />
</p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkbV4CH7yHcZUe547Zma-AZyKL2-U6ct-DGuzQCcG9b3F5U0JK-9I7vdBCr3LKkPGbXAmOLyLrXxGSLMRZ8AUWpbCtHqTNqMTMTATGF5Olx4n7auuz_dPnBQovXPYWiKibwMxAHlXuB-Y/s1600/holi.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkbV4CH7yHcZUe547Zma-AZyKL2-U6ct-DGuzQCcG9b3F5U0JK-9I7vdBCr3LKkPGbXAmOLyLrXxGSLMRZ8AUWpbCtHqTNqMTMTATGF5Olx4n7auuz_dPnBQovXPYWiKibwMxAHlXuB-Y/w283-h213/holi.jpg" width="283" /></a><p>“Ooooh,” she pouted a bit, scanning the crowd. “Is it over? There are infants here.” She pointed at a mother hugging a baby in a pouch. Its tiny form covered by a colorful cloth. “I’m not ready to go back home, yet. It’s so boring there.”</p><p>Malachi checked his watch, we’ve been here long enough and I think its time for you to take your meds,” He raised his hands in the air in mock fear at the burning stare she gave him. “Okay, okay take it as the medical man in me. You told me you take them at nine, its after ten, now.”</p><p> “That’s fine Malachi, I don’t mind you caring for my health, I’m not going to deal with another person acting like my parents, though. My younger brothers have been doing a perfect impression of being their clones. I just want a lover, honey, friend and I want you to be that person.”</p><p>“Are you sure you haven’t swallowed too much paint?” Kissing her lips again, he peered into her eyes. “You’re sure you want to start a serious relationship? It’s been three months and I am more than vested. My brothers have been teasing me no end because all of my spare time has been tied with you. There will be no turning back.”</p><p> “More than sure. Let’s go on to your home.”
Almost as soon as she sat on the seat of the car, her cellphone rang. Digging into her jean pocket with the tip of her fingers, Paisley pulled out her cell.
“Hello?” Looking at Malachi, she rolled her eyes, mouthing her frustrations at how her parents were always checking on her. “No, Dad I’m not at home. Yes, I know what time it is. No, I won’t be home soon. I’m hanging out with a friend. I’ll call you later.” Abruptly ending the call, she hurriedly turned off the ringer and pushed it in her backpack before she caved and relented to her father’s demand she go home and rest. “My parents can be really annoying sometimes.”</p><p>“Well, we can go to your apartment if that will make you feel better. I don’t want to start our relationship with a war between your parents.”</p><p> “No, no. It will be okay. It’s time they grew into the fact, I am not a child tied to their traditional ways. Besides, there’s no need for me to rush back to the house. I have my meds with me and I’m with the most dependable person in the world. ”</p><p> “Believe me, I understand parents and tradition. I promise to get you home at a decent hour. At least before the sun rises.” He added, laughing at her wide eyed expression.</p><p> Once in the foyer of his home, Paisley froze in shock. As she stood, her back against one wall, her front faced the image of herself and Malachi in one of the largest ornate mirrors she had ever seen. Where it stood, room height and majestic, she and Malachi were framed in it’s middle, smaller and ridiculously abstract. From head to toe they dripped mixtures of hues. He, smiling in amusement, batted his long dark lashes and she stood mesmerized, following the puffs of pinks yellows and blues that fell from them. Their path falling directly in front of his lips. Lips he pursed to blow the powder in her direction, causing her to blink rapidly to stop herself from grabbing and kissing them again. Her, smiling in return, pale skin the perfect foil for every color of the rainbow. She brushed her hand across the tint at her breast and he watched with bated breath, wishing it were his hands. Her waist length hair streaked, and actually beautiful in its varied rays and she wondered, briefly, whether she should have it permanently colored. Lifting the weight above her head, she examined it closer before letting it loose, to waft down- spraying a multitude of small clouds throughout the room.</p><p> “I think it will wash out.” Malachi fingered the abundance of layers, “It is very pretty, though.” </p><p>“I know, right. I was contemplating on keeping the colors, but then my parents, would kill me.”</p><p>“I’m with you, whatever you want to do, but know I would love it more if you kept the original.”
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Ey Wadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04410026742901835948noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902278380669376869.post-87100769679548558992019-01-31T10:41:00.003-08:002019-01-31T10:41:58.133-08:00Enjoy an Interview with the cast of When Clouds Touch, at In the Chair. #romance #entertainment<br />
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FRANKIE MURONG: It isn't that I don't like him, I do not believe he is worthy of Paisley. He takes her as a joke. You made him into a man I can't trust. Life is too much fun for him.</div>
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FRANKIE MURONG: Do you remember the first time you met her, Malachi? You knocked her down and merrily sent her on her way. It made life difficult for her, <a href="http://whencloudstouch.blogspot.com/2014/10/a-fathers-protection-can-break-his-own.html" target="_blank">sad.</a></div>
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MALACHI: No, I treated the bump on her head and let her go to live her life as a normal adult. You imprisoned her in your well maintained home and made her <a href="http://whencloudstouch.blogspot.com/2014/10/a-fathers-protection-can-break-his-own.html">miserable.</a> I have made her see life as it can be, enjoyable.<br />
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<b>*Ey *</b> You characters always kill me, not liking who you turn out to be after you beat my brains to write you to your specifications. You can't blame me, I'm just the key banger.<br />
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MALACHI : Yes. You should read about the love between me and Paisley. Buy the <a href="https://www.amazon.com/When-Clouds-Touch-Ey-Wade-ebook/dp/B01D6C8CKS/ref=sr_1_3?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1548942534&sr=1-3" target="_blank">book</a> and check out the <a href="http://whencloudstouch.blogspot.com/">blog.</a><br />
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<span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text0:0"> Just as the tears escaped, puddled and spread near his hand, he felt a hand on his shoulder. Quickly wiping his face before sitting up, Malachi turned and looked around.</span></span></span></span></div>
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<span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text0:0"> </span><b></b><i></i><u></u><sub></sub><sup></sup><strike></strike><b></b><i></i><u></u><sub></sub><sup></sup><strike></strike><br data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text1:0" /><span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text2:0">“Now, you see how we feel, Mr. Dae.” Mr. MuRong pat the younger man on the <br />back. “Loving Paisley, caring for Paisley is more than an ability, it is a commitment that tears your heart.”</span></span></span></span><br />
<span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text2:0"> </span><br data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text3:0" /><span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text4:0">Malachi stood, relinquishing his spot to Paisley’s mother, who immediately kissed her daughter’s cheek and smooth her hair. Head bowed, Malachi moved to the alcove near the windows, followed by Paisley’s father.</span></span></span></span><br />
<span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text4:0"> </span><br data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text5:0" /><span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text6:0">“How did you know we were here?”</span></span></span></span><br />
<span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0"><b><i><u><sub><sup><strike><br data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text7:0" /></strike></sup></sub></u></i></b></span></span></span>
<span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text8:0">“We have an alert, a tracker on Paisley’s phone. We waited these past two hours in agony. Waiting for your call, hoping it wasn’t anything serious. Letting you be in charge.”</span></span></span></span><br />
<span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0"><br data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text9:0" /></span></span></span>
<span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text10:0">“You have a tracker on her phone?”</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text12:0">“Of course. We have no choice anything could happen to her. She is our eldest daughter. A fragile child from her birth. Did you know she died as a one year old and thankfully returned to us, then as a two year old she had heart surgery to repair a hole. It has taken everything in me to stand back and let her become the woman she wants to be. Reckless, stubborn, and independent.” Closing his eyes briefly, Mr. MuRong shuddered slightly as if to erase horrible thoughts from his mind. “ I cannot survive the rest of my days on earth constantly worried about the care she receives while in your hands. What have the doctors said?”</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text14:0">“So far, nothing. Just tests.”</span></span></span></span><br />
<span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text14:0"> </span><br data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text15:0" /><span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text16:0">“What! Two hours and they have told you nothing? I won’t have it. They will tell me something.” He turned to leave the room, but turned back to face Malachi. “You should watch my actions. If you are to take my place as the protector of my daughter, then you must be invincible. You cannot worry about who likes you, you must be her mouthpiece. I have perfected this, you must watch me and learn.”</span></span></span></span><br />
<span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text16:0"> </span><br data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text17:0" /><span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text18:0">Paisley’s father was out of the room and returning in less than five minutes, a very flustered doctor and the attendant Daniel at his heels. The doctor, red faced, looked as if he would choke on whatever it was he was chewing while Daniel, nervously flipping pages on a clipboard, winked an eye when he spied Malachi standing out of the way. </span></span></span></span><br />
<span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text18:0"> </span><br data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text19:0" /><span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text20:0">Frankie MuRong was right. He didn’t play at all when it came to his daughter’s health and obviously everyone entering the room knew it. He reminded them of the many times Paisley had been in the hospital, recited her medications, allergies and past treatments with the accuracy of a well memorized recitation. He took and read her chart with the knowledge of any doctor, questioning their procedures and where they stood in making a diagnosis of her illness.</span></span></span></span><br />
<span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0"><br data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text21:0" /></span></span></span>
<span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text22:0">“Mr. MuRong, we are aware of your feelings for your daughter and we care about her health. As soon as the labs have come back, I can give you the prognosis. Right now, so far, she’s not having any extra issues with her heart than she already had, I’m seeing a chest filled with congestion, her blood pressure has come down nicely, and she has sunburn.”</span></span></span></span><br />
<span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text22:0"> </span><br data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text23:0" /><span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text24:0">The MuRongs turned so quickly in Malachi’s direction, he thought he could literally feel the weight of their anger ramming him in the chest.</span></span></span></span><br />
<span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0"><br data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text25:0" /></span></span></span>
<span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text26:0">“We lathered her with sunblock and she hid under her umbrella.”</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text26:0"> </span><span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text28:0">“It’s over 105 degrees outside, Malachi.” The fact Paisley’s mom was calling him stupid wasn’t lost on anyone in the room. It was written all over her face and the way she rolled her eyes and tightened her lips before turning back to face the doctor.</span></span></span></span><br />
<span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text28:0"> </span><br data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text29:0" /><span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text30:0">“I know that. Which is why we thought dipping in the water and hiding in <br />the shade ...” What started off as a confident excuse for their adventure, petered out when her father turned away, also ignoring him until the doctor left the room.</span></span></span></span><br />
<span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text30:0"> </span><br data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text31:0" /><span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text32:0">Kicking the cushioned leg of one of the recliners stationed under the window, Malachi silently cursed himself. Agreeing with the parent’s assessment of his capabilities, he was an idiot. He turned and practically threw his body into the chair, covering his eyes with the heel of his hands.</span></span></span></span><br />
<span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0"><br data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text33:0" /></span></span></span>
<span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text34:0">“You have to get control of yourself, Mr. Dae. What good would it do for Paisley to see you like this. A woman can be upset,” He pointed to his wife, who teary eyed, wiped the brow of her daughter, whispering words of comfort. “A man must show her confidence. You wanted to be in this, Mr. Dae, and you must be strong. Paisley is so impulsive. She has lived with her heart disease so long, she thinks nothing of it. Believes she will not break, but that is not true. In the last few years, she has been protected through her cardiomyopathy, blessed to have survived so perfectly from the stroke as a child of six, but we take no chances. We do everything we can to make her journey through this life safe and you must make the correct and final judgment when it comes to Paisley.”</span></span></span></span><br />
<span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text34:0"> </span><br data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text35:0" /><span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text36:0">“I have been, Sir.”</span></span></span></span><br />
<span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text36:0"> </span><br data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text37:0" /><span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text38:0">“You think you have. This is her third time needing care under your watch, Mr. Dae.”</span></span></span></span><br />
<span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text38:0"> </span><br data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text39:0" /><span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text40:0">“I’d like to claim only two, Mr. MuRong.”</span></span></span></span><br />
<span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text40:0"> </span><br data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text41:0" /><span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text42:0">“I prefer to give you the credit of all three. First, you send her on her merry way after cracking her skull, then you break her leg, and now you fry her near to death and let her catch pneumonia. It’s a blessing, as the doctor said, this doesn’t kick her off the list for a new heart.”</span></span></span></span><br />
<span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text42:0"> </span><br data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text43:0" /><span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text44:0">Malachi, studied the other man’s face. Always one for diffusing heated situations, he tested the words in his mind before saying anything.</span></span></span></span><br />
<span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text44:0"> </span><br data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text45:0" /><span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text46:0">“Okay, in my defense,” he smiled slightly, his gaze focused on the elder man’s eyes, hoping to prove his sincerity, “the first time I lost it, barely remembering my medical training. So busy drowning in her beautiful purple eyes and feeling her creep into my heart, I ignored my common sense and let her float out of my sight. The second time, she cried about never being allowed to skateboard as a child, I felt guilty. Skateboarding had been my second life as a kid. I have to say, your daughter is a little clumsy, Sir, and she didn’t break her leg, she only twisted her ankle. Wait, Mr. MuRong, before you say what you’re going to say about today,” He raised his hand to stop her father’s words. “Listen, if you would have seen the joy on her face, you would have brought her to the beach, too.” He laughed.</span></span></span></span><br />
<span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text46:0"> “I know what you’re going to say, I’m an idiot. But she begs so nicely. Promised she would let me <br />know when she was tired or felt any discomfort. I’m a pushover, but I love your daughter and will do anything for her. How she got pneumonia - I have no idea. She hasn’t even coughed in my presence and be fair, the doctor didn’t say it was pneumonia. Besides, it’s Summer for Christ’s sake.”</span></span></span></span><br />
<span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text46:0"> </span><br data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text47:0" /><span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text48:0">“Paisley is a pro at hiding her illness. Never wants to go to the doctor or “waste living,” as she states it.” Mrs. MuRong left her daughter’s side to join the conversation. “Malachi, you have to be her eye of reason. She’s known for sneaking cold medications which only elevate her blood pressure. I know she loves you, wants to be with you- we both know that,” She glanced at her husband with a small smile. “and we have come to accept that, but we want to be comfortable with the knowledge she is <br />in good hands. This,” she waved her hand to indicate the room. “is not a joke. One bad move can end everything.”</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text50:0">“Mom,” Paisley whispered hoarsely. “I’ll be fine. Don’t blame Malachi, you know how I can be when I want something. Poor soul, he’s such a sweetie, he didn’t stand a chance.”</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text52:0">“Well, he better get on his Ps and Qs if he wants to have you in his future.” Mrs. MuRong answered.</span></span></span></span></div>
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"Being an overprotective Mom myself, I've always been concerned with my daughter and her involvement when she got older. Trying to shield her, thinking she was not as strong as me and needed more guidance. </div>
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Reading this beautiful romance that blossomed before my eyes with the character's each thought out so well with Malachi's humor and charm complimenting Paisley's beauty and strength that if it weren't for Malachi they never would have realized just how strong she is. I have laid on many blankets upon the grass looking up at the clouds.</div>
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This book, When Clouds Touch will have me looking at the clouds in a whole new perspective. This love story is super sweet and truly reminds me of my daughter's. I hope that every man and woman out there can find their Malachi and Paisley.<br />
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Thank you, Ey Wade for allowing me to release a much needed cry. Such a sweet book. I highly recommend it. Looking forward to reading other books you've written."</div>
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Ey Wadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04410026742901835948noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902278380669376869.post-81432187799411109272017-04-23T07:54:00.000-07:002017-04-23T07:54:01.753-07:00Tia Reviews : When Clouds Touch #romance #Albinism #AsianAmerican<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Enjoy a review sure to wrap you into When Clouds Touch. <br />
"I’ve never read Ey Wade’s work before, nor did I know what to expect from her most recent novel “When Clouds Touch.” I just knew what the description stated. Once I started reading, I realized the blurb barely covered what was to come… except I still didn’t know what that would be.</div>
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I knew there was a young woman named Paisley MuRong that had been dealing with severe medical conditions, including Albinism and congenital heart disease. I also learned Paisley shared a destiny with Malachi Dae, and this was determined way before they even took their first breaths. What I didn’t know was why their path toward each other was so powerful or what type of story this was going to be. Was this a romantic tale? Something mystical? A story where the author will somehow exercise creative license?</div>
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Should any of that matter? It did, until I made the conscious decision to simply let that go and that’s when I was able to relax a little more and not anticipate what could come on the next page. In the world of Paisley, that’s how it is… nothing is known or even guaranteed. Therefore her world is a very cautious one. With very overprotective and, understandably so, overbearing parents, Paisley has spent most of it hidden from the “dangers” that we would simply call life. For that, I was sad for her. I even became upset and disliked her parents for it.</div>
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Then I recalled the earliest pages in this novel where Paisley and Malachi’s mothers both have moments where they felt their babies… but more importantly they were so in tune that they “knew” their child by a reaction felt in the womb. As a parent myself, I got it… That life that grew from almost nowhere was everything and forever was there a connection between parent and child. An uncontrollable desire to protect at all costs happens that just can’t be explained… So when Paisley’s parents demonstrated their helicopter behaviors and then some, it was because they loved her so much that they didn’t want to lose her again. Yes… again.</div>
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Paisley’s health had many scares since she was born, including a time when they lost her and I am pretty sure that was something no one would ever want to experience again. So Paisley’s parents erected barriers and essentially created a safe place or bubble for their little girl to live in, except she is no longer their little girl. Paisley is an adult woman and she is feeling things that any one of us would feel that “bubbles” can’t keep us from experiencing.</div>
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Malachi – her soul mate – has been around her all her life, but it takes a chance encounter (or is it chance?) to finally allow their worlds to collide. At that point, there’s no turning back. Chemistry has taken hold of the situation and a curious Paisley and a love struck Malachi set out to help her experience life outside the safe cocoon that Paisley’s parents prefer to keep her in.</div>
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What I appreciated about this story is that Ey Wade was almost poetic with her descriptions and scenes. The scene that still stands out for me days after reading it was when Paisley and Malachi were lying under her wagasa, a large Japanese umbrella that Paisley carries everywhere to shield her from the sun. Malachi looks up at the filtered view of the sky through the wagasa and asks Paisley what she sees. Her response and view from beneath it saddened me, as she keeps her head down and moves quickly from place to place in her life.</div>
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It’s when something halts her or curiosity gets the better of her does Paisley get a closer peek at what’s beyond the bubble… but it always costs her a little more than she’s ready for.</div>
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Ey Wade brings life into the world of a young woman that has been isolated in a place that her parents feel will protect her – from the harmful sun, from the germs of the world, from the judging eye of people that will make stupid comments about her rare features or fear her enough to wish her death – and gives her life through Malachi.</div>
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Reading “When Clouds Touch” made me curious about the author and her other works, which I will be checking out as well, and something I felt through her writing was confirmed. Ms. Wade takes special care in education, caring, protecting and connecting people that aren’t likely to find each other otherwise. I felt that in her “When Clouds Touch” and it made me care even more about Paisley when she would twist Malachi’s arm to do something her parents would otherwise object to or if a hand-to-the-chest moment popped up in the story. She also managed to do that while bringing less than ordinary characters that are unfortunately missing in so many pages and giving a story with an outcome that was purely unexpected – one that held my attention until the last page. As an author, Ms. Wade took great care in showing all sides of the story and why no side or character was ever really wrong or right. Everyone wanted the best for all in this story. Thanks to the storytelling of Ey Wade, so did I. And when you step into the story holding onto empathy for the cast of characters until the very end, you’ve walked into a good thing."</div>
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Ey Wadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04410026742901835948noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902278380669376869.post-8922814124457996182015-08-14T08:46:00.000-07:002017-04-23T07:57:11.273-07:00The Love Between Paisley and Malachi is Fateful #romancePersonally, I live for reviews. Good or bad- I love the feedback. The time a reader has taken to say something about my work, inspires me to continue writing. This latest thoughts on this romance, made me want to cry.
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<a href="http://www.amazon.com/review/R2DXS857O9XCT8/" target="_blank">"This book has attached itself to my heart</a>." When Clouds Touch a #romance of a different caliber. <i>
"This book was so deeply touching and beautiful. It has almost a poetic style to it at times." Paisley and Malachi have spent their entire existence living parallel lives, close enough to know of each other but never really meeting.</i><br />
<i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOnyC1oBVFbmM0KTOH-rCzU2rXrwT0vs_syWNuNn6TrMGkyOStl8gt6U7-6pD0cbfgctOVi2uW842VXfSgQ1Ixu6Fm9qyNRCkgqfSkLEZy9uv_858Lg-FVzm1_MLpcgqLgvjz0i99snn4/s1600/4fc9eca0346dfb36041554664ea972b7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOnyC1oBVFbmM0KTOH-rCzU2rXrwT0vs_syWNuNn6TrMGkyOStl8gt6U7-6pD0cbfgctOVi2uW842VXfSgQ1Ixu6Fm9qyNRCkgqfSkLEZy9uv_858Lg-FVzm1_MLpcgqLgvjz0i99snn4/s200/4fc9eca0346dfb36041554664ea972b7.jpg" width="141" /></a>And one day they finally meet... It is as if they are destined to be together.
Paisley is an albino Japanese girl, who has a number of health issues, some related to her albinism and some not. She has a weak heart, an immunodeficiency problem, is legally blind, and must stay out of the sun. Her parents are extremely overprotective of her, but only because they love her so much and don't want anything bad to happen to her. But Paisley and Malachi have fallen in love and will not be denied from being together.</i><br />
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<i>The book does a wonderful job of keeping in mind the Japanese culture that is so important in their lives. Their speech with each other has a certain Asian quality to it. Paisley addresses her parents by their Japanese names for Mom and Dad – Oka-san and Ota-san. Malachi calls his by their Hindi names – Amma and Appa. There are also occasional uses of these languages throughout the book, and at the end of the book there is a reference explaining what these words or phrases mean.</i><br />
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Ev Wade leaves no emotion untouched as the story unfolds.</i><br />
<i>Like real life, things don't always go as planned, but we have to do our best to keep on going. I cried so much, that a friend of mine who was nearby told me “never read that book again”. I responded, “I won't have to. I'll never forget it.” And I believe that to be true. This book has attached itself to my heart. It is so powerful and loving. Don't pass it by!" </i><span style="font-size: x-small;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/pdp/profile/A3UH8APHKYPTVU/ref=cm_cr_rdp_pdp"><span style="font-weight: bold;">ahhmericanwoman</span></a></span><br />
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So, do as this reader suggested. Run over and get your copy, read it and come back to let us all know your thoughts.<br />
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<span style="color: #0000ee;">When Paisley and Malachi decided their
story need to be told, I had no idea where it would <a href="http://wade-inpublishing.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">take me.</a> It began
with me, riding as a passenger in a car<span style="color: #0000ee;">, watching an abundance of fluffy clouds floating in the sky and spying two that <span style="color: #0000ee;">seemed to hit and bounce away from each other. <span style="color: #0000ee;">Grabbing <span style="color: #0000ee;">my trusty notebook, I wrote this scene:</span></span></span></span></span><br />
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Two clouds, floating ever so slowly through the soft blue sky, one from
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Angels, their beautiful song filling the air like a lullaby, sat
serenely on separate pillows of softness, gently flapping their enormous
wings to deflect the heat of the sun's rays from the cloud's tiny
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tiny souls, cuddled within the silken folds, glanced across the gap and
in lightening recognition, they reached out. Before their chubby
fingers could touch, thunder boomed and puffs from their guardian’s
breath blew the clouds apart. Continuing in the same direction, yet
inches apart, the angels resumed their soothing tunes.</span></span></div>
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a couple of days, that was it. And on the third day, it all clicked.
Paisley began to tell me her story. The fact she was hindered from having
a peaceful, happy life because of the restrictions set on her by her parents. Their fear for her health and their strict observation of her
relationship with the guy she loved. Paisley has an interview at <a href="http://theinterviewedcharacter.blogspot.com/2015/08/paisley-murong-on-being-character-when.html" target="_blank">In the Chair</a>, which explains so much more.</span></span><br />
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reactions of the parents are what really made me do a lot of research.
Why were they so hard on her? Beyond the immune deficiency and heart
issues Paisley has to deal with, she also had Albinism. The one thing I've truly taken from the research is, this is an ailment where the skin tone can be in every race/ethnicity, which proves racism is ridiculous and yet, people are still treated as an oddity and something to be feared or ignored. A shame.</span></span><br />
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<span data-offset-key="9rh3o-0-0" data-reactid=".5e.1:6.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.$editor0.0.0.$9rh3o.0:$9rh3o-0-0"><span data-reactid=".5e.1:6.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.$editor0.0.0.$9rh3o.0:$9rh3o-0-0.0">I have to say, as a youth, I've known of people with the ailment, but didn't know them personally so writing about someone took a lot of study. I always want to get everything down as correctly as possible.So I went to my favorite search spot and dug in. Read many articles, looked at pictures and videos and feel really close to Paisley. Check out the interview we had at <a href="http://theinterviewedcharacter.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">IN THE CHAIR</a>.</span></span><br />
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caused by a defect in the LYST gene.<br />
Read a lot of other articles, mostly on the NOAH site. National Organization for Albinism and Hypopigmentation <br />
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<a href="http://albinismbeautymag.weebly.com/" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img alt=" http://albinismbeautymag.weebly.com/" border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPFKBS8iMAWds_iml97Az2Oa4sN3w8JyfatpAt77Y7wM94IPkCWB6Y6V8fWWLzfISlznhnNq8PJUZZ3hy-khQ7zXfGn9hYvqrc_HiI9VhCzY2nIIa-dS56O2l10776Ei1U1QsaCHWCInI/s320/IMG_20150805_135827.jpg" width="206" /></a>If you are interested or want to know about the challenges of Albinism, visit <a href="http://www.albinism.org/" target="_blank">NOAH</a> The National Organization for Albinism and Hypopigmentation.</div>
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If you have any questions or comments, you can e-mail at webmaster@albinism.org<br />
If you know someone newly diagnosed, <a href="http://www.visionfortomorrow.org/newly-diagnosed-with-albinism/" target="_blank">go here.</a><br />
While on Instagram one day, came across this <a href="http://albinismbeautymag.weebly.com/" target="_blank">magazine</a>.Albinism Beauty, features gorgeous models and informative articles, insight, pictures and stories of people living with
Albinism. They also have a fundraiser geared to the protecting
individuals being terrorized, attacked and murdered for their body
parts.<br />
Please , take a look. http://albinismbeautymag.weebly.com/home.html</div>
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Enjoy this documentary of two African American brothers, one happens to have, Albinism. It's very interesting and shows some of the interactions they receive from classmates and the general public.<br />
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<br />Ey Wadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04410026742901835948noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902278380669376869.post-24704862780067378152015-07-14T17:25:00.003-07:002015-07-14T17:25:45.878-07:00They Point Their Fingers-Each Calling the Other Rude. "When Clouds Touch" by Ey Wade #romance<div dir="ltr">
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Thanks for stopping. I know you haven't seen me here before, usually, as the author, I'm always on the interview blog <a href="http://theinterviewedcharacter.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">In the Chair. </a>. *Ey laughs delightedly*<br />
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Well the other day, I had a chance to visit with Malachi and Mr. MuRong, the men in Paisley’s life and it was... entertaining.<br />
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"Mr. MuRong, please sit to my right. Malachi, have a seat." <br />
<b><i>Ey reaches out to shake the hand of both guest</i></b>. "Okay, let me ask this question first, Mr. MuRong why do you dislike Malachi so much? "</div>
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Frankie MuRong cleared his throat and looked towards Malachi, staring, grimly, so long, the younger man became fidgety.<br />
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<b>FRANKIE MURONG</b>: It isn't that I don't like him, I do not believe he is worthy of Paisley. He takes her as a joke. You made him into a man I can't trust. Life is too much fun for him.<br />
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He is like a boy with a new toy. He sees her as a plaything to do whatever he wishes and most of all, he goes against my demands for my daughter.<br />
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Paisley is strong willed and a mischief when it comes to getting what she wishes. I love my daughter dearly and will do anything to keep her here and alive.<br />
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He does not or will not see she needs protection not a life of free play. </div>
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<b>MALACHI:</b> I'm sorry, sir. I have to disagree. Paisley <a href="http://whencloudstouch.blogspot.com/2014/11/transparent-beautywhen-clouds-touch.html">means life to me</a>. I enjoy making her smile. I would do anything for her.<br />
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<b>FRANKIE MURONG</b>: Do you remember the first time you met her, Malachi? You knocked her down and merrily sent her on her way. It made life difficult for her, <a href="http://whencloudstouch.blogspot.com/2014/10/a-fathers-protection-can-break-his-own.html" target="_blank">sad.</a><br />
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<b>MALACHI:</b> No, I treated the bump on her head and let her go to live her life as a normal adult. You imprisoned her in your well maintained home and made her <a href="http://whencloudstouch.blogspot.com/2014/10/a-fathers-protection-can-break-his-own.html">miserable.</a> I have made her see life as it can be, enjoyable.<br />
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<b>*Ey*</b> Mr. MuRong, why do you believe Paisley needs constant protection? </div>
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<b>MR. MURONG:</b> Paisley is a gentle flower. Pale, delicate skin from Albinism, a heart problem, and immunodeficiency. He, *thumbing in Malachi's direction* takes her life as a game.<br />
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<b>MALACHI;</b> Again I have to say Mr. MuRong is wrong. If you could only see how happy she is when we are together, you will love me for the joy I bring to her. We can become friends.<br />
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<b>MR. MURONG</b>: Infantile response. It is easy to make a person happy. Keeping them safe and healthy takes a sense of responsibility. She *pointing at Ey* Did not give you that trait. Tell the audience the dangerous things you do to evoke such happiness.<br />
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*Ey * I happen to love the person Malachi became. Malachi, what are some of the fun things you and Paisley enjoyed? <br />
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<b>MALACHI:</b> Simple outings, picnics, motorcycle rides, a <a href="http://whencloudstouch.blogspot.com/2014/10/bet-you-cant-catch-me-when-clouds-touch.html" target="_blank">beach trip. </a> <br />
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MURONG: And what happened after that beach fiasco, Malachi? She almost died. I can not trust you with her life, again. Your disregard for my commands have sealed it and you will never see her again. This conversation is over.</div>
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<b>MALACHI:</b> I intend to <a href="http://whencloudstouch.blogspot.com/2014/08/is-it-rude-to-want-to-marry-her-romance.html">marry</a> your daughter, Sir. You can bet on that. </div>
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<b>*Ey *</b> Phew, that is one serious guy.<br />
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<b>MALACHI :</b> Well, you should know, you wrote him like that. You could've gave him a tiny soft spot in his heart for me, I'm a real likeable guy. He's rude."<br />
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<b>*Ey *</b> You characters always kill me, not liking who you turn out to be after you beat my brains to write you to your specifications. You can't blame me, I'm just the key banger.<br />
Malachi you are a beautiful guy and you just have to live the story you are in, that's life. Thank you for coming, now go get your girl. Oh, before you leave, are there any words you would like to share with our audience? <br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOvcNwVqYWvKC1l1nyv-rI28egkl13mpkvgNt50NuhUF-c-oUihIamYU1K7aQO-o_YyHCLiMYcQOlDNH78UqkWAIpiYwUFpOXJNmtzi4N4Apb_73HoQRUvtjYUgSbCi02T3nEi8V2jJZtY/s1600/Ey+Wade%2527s%257E+When+Clouds+Touch+cover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOvcNwVqYWvKC1l1nyv-rI28egkl13mpkvgNt50NuhUF-c-oUihIamYU1K7aQO-o_YyHCLiMYcQOlDNH78UqkWAIpiYwUFpOXJNmtzi4N4Apb_73HoQRUvtjYUgSbCi02T3nEi8V2jJZtY/s400/Ey+Wade%2527s%257E+When+Clouds+Touch+cover.jpg" width="240" /></a><b>MALACHI</b> : Yes. You should read about the love between me and Paisley. Buy the <a href="http://amzn.to/wade-inbooks">book</a> and check out out <a href="http://whencloudstouch.blogspot.com/">blog.</a><br />
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<span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text0:0">Malachi,
head on the pillow next to Paisley, ignored the ache in his back from
hunching over her bed. She wanted him near her and he promised he would
sit with her until she was released. Who cared if he felt every bone in
his spine was about to shatter, it would be nothing compared to the pain
he knew he would feel if he ever lost her.</span></span></span></span><br />
<span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text0:0"> He wanted to kick himself.
He’d failed. His goal had become focused on keeping Paisley smiling,
doing anything to make her happy and that included doing everything her
parents had denied her as a child. Freedom to run, to be normal, to
experience the bumps and bruises - protecting her from the world like a
precious jewel. Like he should have been doing. Just as the tears
escaped, puddled and spread near his hand, he felt a hand on his
shoulder. Quickly wiping his face before sitting up, Malachi turned and
looked around.</span></span></span></span><br />
<span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text0:0"> </span><br data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text1:0" /><span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text2:0">“Now,
you see how we feel, Mr. Dae.” Mr. MuRong pat the younger man on the
back. “Loving Paisley, caring for Paisley is more than an ability, it is
a commitment that tears your heart.”</span></span></span></span><br />
<span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text2:0"> </span><br data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text3:0" /><span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text4:0">Malachi
stood, relinquishing his spot to Paisley’s mother, who immediately
kissed her daughter’s cheek and smooth her hair. Head bowed, Malachi
moved to the alcove near the windows, followed by Paisley’s father.</span></span></span></span><br />
<span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text4:0"> </span><br data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text5:0" /><span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text6:0">“How did you know we were here?”</span></span></span></span><br />
<span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text6:0"> </span><br data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text7:0" /><span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text8:0">“We
have an alert, a tracer on Paisley’s phone. We waited these past two
hours in agony. Waiting for your call, hoping it wasn’t anything
serious. Letting you be in charge.”</span></span></span></span><br />
<span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text8:0"> </span><br data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text9:0" /><span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text10:0">“You have a tracer on her phone?”</span></span></span></span><br />
<span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text10:0"> </span><br data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text11:0" /><span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text12:0">“Of
course. We have no choice anything could happen to her. She is our
eldest daughter. A fragile child from her birth. Did you know she died
as a one year old and thankfully returned to us, then as a two year old
she had heart surgery to repair a hole. It has taken everything in me to
stand back and let her become the woman she wants to be. Reckless,
stubborn, and independent.” Closing his eyes briefly, Mr. MuRong
shuddered slightly as if to erase horrible thoughts from his mind. “ I
cannot survive the rest of my days on earth constantly worried about the
care she receives while in your hands. What have the doctors said?”</span></span></span></span><br />
<span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text12:0"> </span><br data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text13:0" /><span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text14:0">“So far, nothing. Just tests.”</span></span></span></span><br />
<span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text14:0"> </span><br data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text15:0" /><span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text16:0">“What!
Two hours and they have told you nothing? I won’t have it.They will
tell me something.” He turned to leave the room, but turned back to face
Malachi. “You should watch my actions. If you are to take my place as
the protector of my daughter, then you must be invincible. You cannot
worry about who likes you, you must be her mouthpiece. I have perfected
this, you must watch me and learn.”</span></span></span></span><br />
<span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text16:0"> </span><br data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text17:0" /><span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text18:0">Paisley’s
father was out of the room and returning in less than five minutes, a
very flustered doctor and the attendant Daniel at his heels. The doctor,
red faced, looked as if he would choke on whatever it was he was
chewing while Daniel, nervously flipping pages on a clipboard, winked an
eye when he spied Malachi standing out of the way. </span></span></span></span><br />
<span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text18:0"> </span><br data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text19:0" /><span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text20:0">Frankie
MuRong was right. He didn’t play at all when it came to his daughter’s
health and obviously everyone entering the room knew it. He reminded
them of the many times Paisley had been in the hospital, recited her
medications, allergies and past treatments with the accuracy of a well
memorized recitation. He took and read her chart with the knowledge of
any doctor, questioning their procedures and where they stood in making a
diagnosis of her illness.</span></span></span></span><br />
<span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text20:0"> </span><br data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text21:0" /><span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text22:0">“Mr.
MuRong, we are aware of your feelings for your daughter and we care
about her health. As soon as the labs have come back, I can give you the
prognosis. Right now, so far, she’s not having any extra issues with
her heart than she already had, I’m seeing a chest filled with
congestion, her blood pressure has come down nicely, and she has
sunburn.”</span></span></span></span><br />
<span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text22:0"> </span><br data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text23:0" /><span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text24:0">The
MuRongs turned so quickly in Malachi’s direction, he felt as if he
could literally feel the weight of their anger ramming him in the chest.</span></span></span></span><br />
<span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text24:0"> </span><br data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text25:0" /><span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text26:0">“We lathered her with sunblock and she hid under her umbrella.”</span></span></span></span><br />
<span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text26:0"> </span><br data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text27:0" /><span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text28:0">“It’s
over 105 degrees outside, Malachi.” The fact Paisley’s mom was calling
him stupid wasn’t lost on anyone in the room. It was written all over
her face and the way she rolled her eyes and tightened her lips before
turning back to face the doctor.</span></span></span></span><br />
<span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text28:0"> </span><br data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text29:0" /><span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text30:0">“I
know that. Which is why we thought dipping in the water and hiding in
the shade ...” What started off as a confident excuse for their
adventure, petered out when her father turned away, also ignoring him
until the doctor left the room.</span></span></span></span><br />
<span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text30:0"> </span><br data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text31:0" /><span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text32:0">Kicking
the cushioned leg of one of the recliners stationed under the window,
Malachi silently cursed himself. Agreeing with the parent’s assessment
of his capabilities, he was an idiot. He turned and practically threw
his body into the chair, covering his eyes with the heel of his hands.</span></span></span></span><br />
<span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text32:0"> </span><br data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text33:0" /><span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text34:0">“You
have to get control of yourself, Mr. Dae. What good would it do for
Paisley to see you like this. A woman can be upset,” He pointed to his
wife, who teary eyed, wiped the brow of her daughter, whispering words
of comfort. “A man must show her confidence. You wanted to be in this,
Mr. Dae, and you must be strong. Paisley is so impulsive. She has lived
with her heart disease so long, she thinks nothing of it. Believes she
will not break, but that is not true. In the last few years, she has
been protected through her cardiomyopathy, blessed to have survived so
perfectly from the stroke as a child of six, but we take no chances.We
do everything we can to make her journey through this life safe and you
must make the correct and final judgment when it comes to Paisley.”</span></span></span></span><br />
<span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text34:0"> </span><br data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text35:0" /><span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text36:0">“I have been, Sir.”</span></span></span></span><br />
<span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text36:0"> </span><br data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text37:0" /><span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text38:0">“You think you have. This is her third time needing care under your watch, Mr. Dae.”</span></span></span></span><br />
<span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text38:0"> </span><br data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text39:0" /><span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text40:0">“I’d like to claim only two, Mr. MuRong.”</span></span></span></span><br />
<span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text40:0"> </span><br data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text41:0" /><span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text42:0">“I
prefer to give you the credit of all three. First, you send her on her
merry way after cracking her skull, then you break her leg, and now you
fry her near to death and let her catch pneumonia. It’s a blessing, as
the doctor said, this doesn’t kick her off the list for a new heart.”</span></span></span></span><br />
<span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text42:0"> </span><br data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text43:0" /><span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text44:0">Malachi,
studied the other man’s face. Always one for diffusing heated
situations, he tested the words in his mind before saying anything.</span></span></span></span><br />
<span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text44:0"> </span><br data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text45:0" /><span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text46:0">“Okay,
in my defense,” he smiled slightly, his gaze focused on the elder man’s
eyes, hoping to prove his sincerity, “the first time I lost it, barely
remembering my medical training. So busy drowning in her beautiful
purple eyes and feeling her creep into my heart, I ignored my common
sense and let her float out of my sight. The second time, she cried
about never being allowed to skateboard as a child, I felt guilty.
Skateboarding had been my second life as a kid. I have to say, your
daughter is a little clumsy, Sir, and she didn’t break her leg, she only
twisted her ankle. Wait, Mr. MuRong, before you say what you’re going
to say about today,” He raised his hand to stop her father’s words.
“Listen, if you would have seen the joy on her face, you would have
brought her to the beach, too.” He laughed.</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text46:0"> “I know what you’re going to
say, I’m an idiot. But she begs so nicely. Promised she would let me
know when she was tired or felt any discomfort. I’m a pushover, but I
love your daughter and will do anything for her. How she got pneumonia -
I have no idea. She hasn’t even coughed in my presence and be fair, the
doctor didn’t say it was pneumonia. Besides, it’s Summer for Christ’s
sake.”</span></span></span></span><br />
<span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text46:0"> </span><br data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text47:0" /><span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text48:0">“Paisley
is a pro at hiding her illness. Never wants to go to the doctor or
“waste living,” as she states it.” Mrs. MuRong left her daughter’s side
to join the conversation. “Malachi, you have to be her eye of reason.
She’s known for sneaking cold medications which only elevate her blood
pressure. I know she loves you, wants to be with you ... we both know
that,” she glanced at her husband with a small smile. “and we have come
to accept that, but we want to be comfortable with the knowledge she is
in good hands. This,” she waved her hand to indicate the room. “is not a
joke. One bad move can end everything.”</span></span></span></span><br />
<span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text48:0"> </span><br data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text49:0" /><span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text50:0">“Mom,”
Paisley whispered hoarsely. “I’ll be fine. Don’t blame Malachi, you
know how I can be when I want something. Poor soul, he’s such a sweetie,
he didn’t stand a chance.”</span></span></span></span><br />
<span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text50:0"> </span><br data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text51:0" /><span data-reactid=".f5.1:4:1:$comment1436452182743=21135951561:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$text52:0">“Well, he better get on his Ps and Qs if he wants to have you in his future.”</span></span></span></span></div>
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<b><a href="http://www.usatoday.com/story/happyeverafter/2015/04/19/michelle-monkou-romance-recs-jenkins-lindo-rice-kaufman-wade/26035087/" target="_blank"><i>When Clouds Touch</i></a> received a lovely review on the USA Today HEA blog.</b><br />
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It's always a thrill to get recognition for your stories and I appreciate all of them. Take a look:<br />
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"Ey Wades' <i>When Clouds Touch</i> goes outside the box from choosing to write about the aesthetically
perfect heroine. As such, the story is richer and more meaningful for
the effort. The lessons about finding strength and beauty from within
are delivered with delicacy and courage through characters who love and
live with purpose and joy.<br />
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Wade stays true to her fresh approach from beginning and certainly to the end. Expect the heartstrings to be
pulled and the emotions to be stirred for the powerful connection
between Paisley and Malachi. A romance with an emotional twist.</blockquote>
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<b>About <i>When Clouds Touch</i> (courtesy of InknBeans Press):</b><br />
<i>Destined to meet since before birth, their story wraps us somewhere between
loving and caring, wanting the best for someone, while wanting to see
them happy, even when it is risky and they must obey the demands of
family.</i><br />
<i>Paisley, a woman of Japanese descent, living with
Albinism and heart disease, is meek, yet makes no apologies for seeking
what she yearns to have. Hiding behind the protective fold of her
wagasa, she longs for freedom from her overprotective parents and the
love of a man she's known only in her dreams, even at the cost of her
health.</i><br />
<i>Malachi, a man who has visions of meeting an elusive shadow, uses his sense of humor and sensitive side to build
their relationship. He's determined to win her love, even against the
wishes of her parents.</i><br />
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<a href="http://wade-inpublishing.com/" target="_blank">Visit Ey's blog to find more great novels. </a><i><br /></i>Ey Wadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04410026742901835948noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902278380669376869.post-56587786232551390052015-07-04T12:34:00.002-07:002015-07-04T12:41:21.469-07:00Are Amazon's Review Policies Fair to All Readers- A Petition #romance<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Ey Wadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04410026742901835948noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902278380669376869.post-47146028772164524672015-04-25T03:57:00.000-07:002017-04-30T19:49:28.752-07:00*When Clouds Touch - Captures Two More Hearts* #romance There are many things that brighten the days of an author, but I feel the ones that touch our hearts more, are the reviews. Especially if they show how well the book's story was embraced by the reader.<br />
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I am excited to share two of the latest reviews of When Clouds Touch <br />
by Tia Kelley & Nia Foster from Two Writers, Two Takes, One Bookat a Time.<br />
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When Clouds Touch is the story of soul mates, Paisley and Malachi.
Destined to meet since before birth, their story wraps us somewhere between loving and caring, wanting the best for someone, while wanting to see them happy, even when it is risky and they must obey the demands of family.
Paisley, a woman of Japanese descent, living with Albinism and heart disease, is meek, yet makes no apologies for seeking what she yearns to have. Hiding behind the protective fold of her wagasa, she longs for freedom from her overprotective parents and the love of a man she’s known only in her dreams, even at the cost of her health.
Malachi, a man who has visions of meeting an elusive shadow, uses his sense of humor and sensitive side to build their relationship. He’s determined to win her love, even against the wishes of her parents.<br />
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Nia’s Take:<br />
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Whenever I begin a book–whether I know the genre or not–I am tempted to categorize it. You know how that goes: you read a few paragraphs or a chapter, and you go, ‘Oh, I see. This is supposed to be a thriller!’ or whatever the case may be. Even after reading the blurb for Ey Wade’s ‘When Clouds Touch’, I wasn’t quite sure what to expect, but I loosely categorized it in my mind as a romance. Then almost immediately as I began reading, I realized that this wasn’t going to be the same ol’-same ol’.<br />
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The premise, of soul-mates flitting about the outskirts of each other’s lives until the time of their predestined meeting, is novel but not unprecedented. What made it intriguing was the complete ‘otherness’ of the main characters. Paisley is a young woman grappling with what it means to be on her own for the first time in her life, struggling with overbearing parents and a desire to become her own person. So far not particularly remarkable, right? But Paisley is Japanese-American and her parents are very traditional, very protective. And added to that, Paisley has albinism which renders her legally blind. She also has congenital heart disease, a condition which–her parents often remind her–once killed her as a baby before she was revived.
Paisley’s “condition” is the tether that binds her to her parents in a way that she has always felt was stifling. But the path of least resistance for her has always been to … not resist. Except now, attending school and living on her own, she is finally on the cusp of independence, as long as she can convince her parents that she is being attentive to her health.
Enter Malachi.
He is a handsome East Asian man whom Paisley has known literally all her life, earthly and before. Though they have never actually met, nor spoken to each other, Paisley and Malachi’s souls were bound before their birth and they have been ever-present in each other’s lives from the time they were infants; always on the cusp, but never quite meeting.
When finally they do meet, in a minor mishap as she enters the building where he works, Paisley and Malachi quickly dispense with coy mating rituals and pour themselves into each other, recognizing their other half almost immediately. But there is still the pesky issue of Paisley’s health and her oppressively over-protective parents who in an effort to save her life have denied her the pleasures of living. This includes things as extreme as confiscating her phone to prevent her from contacting Malachi, and keeping her a virtual prisoner in their home when they grow concerned about this new attachment she’s formed.
Malachi‘When Clouds Touch’ is a love story, but also struck me as being a fairy tale in the best sense. Paisley has an otherworldly quality in appearance that cause people to stop and stare; and a princess-like isolation from the real world, that is similar to Rapunzel locked in the tower. Because of her isolation, and because she recognizes Malachi as her meant-to-be, she wastes no time in letting him know that she is devoted to him. Malachi is her prince, seeking to rescue her from the tower, using first his charm and eventually his smarts to overcome Paisley’s parents’ resistance. All the things that Paisley hasn’t seen, he is determined to show her; and if she asks, he can’t say ‘no’ even when saying ‘yes’ puts her health and life at risk. No time is wasted in this book with the sometimes tedious ‘love-me, love-me-not’ stuff. Paisley and Malachi’s conflicts come from the limitations she has because of her health, and from her parents’ well-intentioned but damaging hovering and intervention.
At first, as I read, I was waiting for ‘When Clouds Touch’ to show its romance-novel chops and become the kind of book one expects from that genre. But it never did. And the story was better off for it. When I let go of my preconceptions, the story and its characters settled in for me. I stopped expecting Paisley and Malachi to relate to each other as traditional romance novel heroes and heroines do, and I came to accept it as it was.
Ey Wade’s writing is worthy of note as well, because it gave the story an almost mythical quality which I believe was fully intended. The imagery had a wistful, dreamlike feel, particularly in the scenes that played out in a field of bluebonnets, and at a festival that left the pale-as-a-ghost Paisley covered in all the colors of the rainbow. The color in those scenes for me symbolized the color and depth that Malachi brought to Paisley’s previously monochromatic life, and added to the overall mystical feel of the story.<br />
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Although at times I found the dialogue a little ‘romantic’ or sentimental, at other times it fit perfectly the theme of a love and bond that transcended time and space. And there was also something brave about the sentimentality when most writers these days (myself included) seem to be striving for the opposite by writing stories with gritty realism (but with a billionaire or two thrown in). So I applaud Ey Wade for going where so few writers dare to tread–not only in her style but in the unexpected, though not unsatisfactory climax to her book.
‘When Clouds Touch’ left me curious about what I may be missing by not having read other work by this author. But I suspect that when I do, those Paisley stories will–like this book–be somewhat magical, somewhat unexpected.<br />
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I’ve never read Ey Wade’s work before, nor did I know what to expect from her most recent novel “When Clouds Touch.” I just knew what the description stated. Once I started reading, I realized the blurb barely covered what was to come… except I still didn’t know what that would be.
I knew there was a young woman named Paisley MuRong that had been dealing with severe medical conditions, including Albinism and congenital heart disease. I also learned Paisley shared a destiny with Malachi Dae, and this was determined way before they even took their first breaths. What I didn’t know was why their path toward each other was so powerful or what type of story this was going to be. Was this a romantic tale? Something mystical? A story where the author will somehow exercise creative license?
Should any of that matter? It did, until I made the conscious decision to simply let that go and that’s when I was able to relax a little more and not anticipate what could come on the next page. In the world of Paisley, that’s how it is… nothing is known or even guaranteed. Therefore her world is a very cautious one. With very overprotective and, understandably so, overbearing parents, Paisley has spent most of it hidden from the “dangers” that we would simply call life. For that, I was sad for her. I even became upset and disliked her parents for it.<br />
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Then I recalled the earliest pages in this novel where Paisley and Malachi’s mothers both have moments where they felt their babies… but more importantly they were so in tune that they “knew” their child by a reaction felt in the womb. As a parent myself, I got it… That life that grew from almost nowhere was everything and forever was there a connection between parent and child. An uncontrollable desire to protect at all costs happens that just can’t be explained… So when Paisley’s parents demonstrated their helicopter behaviors and then some, it was because they loved her so much that they didn’t want to lose her again. Yes… again.
Paisley’s health had many scares since she was born, including a time when they lost her and I am pretty sure that was something no one would ever want to experience again.<br />
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So Paisley’s parents erected barriers and essentially created a safe place or bubble for their little girl to live in, except she is no longer their little girl. Paisley is an adult woman and she is feeling things that any one of us would feel that “bubbles” can’t keep us from experiencing.
Malachi – her soul mate – has been around her all her life, but it takes a chance encounter (or is it chance?) to finally allow their worlds to collide. At that point, there’s no turning back. Chemistry has taken hold of the situation and a curious Paisley and a love struck Malachi set out to help her experience life outside the safe cocoon that Paisley’s parents prefer to keep her in.<br />
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What I appreciated about this story is that Ey Wade was almost poetic with her descriptions and scenes. The scene that still stands out for me days after reading it was when Paisley and Malachi were lying under her wagasa, a large Japanese umbrella that Paisley carries everywhere to shield her from the sun. Malachi looks up at the filtered view of the sky through the wagasa and asks Paisley what she sees. Her response and view from beneath it saddened me, as she keeps her head down and moves quickly from place to place in her life.
It’s when something halts her or curiosity gets the better of her does Paisley get a closer peek at what’s beyond the bubble… but it always costs her a little more than she’s ready for.<br />
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Ey Wade brings life into the world of a young woman that has been isolated in a place that her parents feel will protect her – from the harmful sun, from the germs of the world, from the judging eye of people that will make stupid comments about her rare features or fear her enough to wish her death – and gives her life through Malachi.<br />
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Reading “When Clouds Touch” made me curious about the author and her other works, which I will be checking out as well, and something I felt through her writing was confirmed. Ms. Wade takes special care in education, caring, protecting and connecting people that aren’t likely to find each other otherwise. I felt that in her “When Clouds Touch” and it made me care even more about Paisley when she would twist Malachi’s arm to do something her parents would otherwise object to or if a hand-to-the-chest moment popped up in the story. She also managed to do that while bringing less than ordinary characters that are unfortunately missing in so many pages and giving a story with an outcome that was purely unexpected – one that held my attention until the last page. As an author, Ms. Wade took great care in showing all sides of the story and why no side or character was ever really wrong or right. Everyone wanted the best for all in this story. Thanks to the storytelling of Ey Wade, so did I. And when you step into the story holding onto empathy for the cast of characters until the very end, you’ve walked into a good thing.Ey Wadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04410026742901835948noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902278380669376869.post-76769846952923594412015-03-29T16:33:00.001-07:002015-04-23T19:05:44.344-07:00I'm Gonna Marry Her~ When Clouds Touch #romance #Albinism<div data-contents="true" data-reactid=".de.1:4.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.1.0.0">
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<span data-offset-key="c667o-0-0" data-reactid=".de.1:4.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.1.0.0.$c667o.0:$c667o-0-0"><span data-reactid=".de.1:4.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.1.0.0.$c667o.0:$c667o-0-0.0">“The smaller gift is an Omamori, basically a good luck amulet Omamori means to protect. This one is an Anzan. It’s ...”</span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="67n1p-0-0" data-reactid=".de.1:4.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.1.0.0.$67n1p.0:$67n1p-0-0"><span data-reactid=".de.1:4.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.1.0.0.$67n1p.0:$67n1p-0-0.0">“A
wish for good health of a pregnant woman and a newborn baby,” her
mother finished. The expression on her face as she stared at the amulet
in her hand told all sorts of things to the people at the table.
Happiness was not one of them.</span></span><br />
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<span data-offset-key="ftoc8-0-0" data-reactid=".de.1:4.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.1.0.0.$ftoc8.0:$ftoc8-0-0"><span data-reactid=".de.1:4.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.1.0.0.$ftoc8.0:$ftoc8-0-0.0">The
younger of Paisley’s two brothers held the small amulet by the string,
swinging it back and forth. “Ewww, are you telling us you’re pregnant,
Paisley?”</span></span><br />
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She squealed ecstatically standing and bouncing in place. Twirling
until the layers of her skirt flowed, engulfing and wrapping around the
legs of her sister who joined her in dance. Khushi Dae and Malachi’s
grandmother pushed back their chairs, each happily taking turns
embracing Paisley in their joy. Everyone remaining at the table had
their attention focused on Malachi.</span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="2e2lk-0-0" data-reactid=".de.1:4.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.1.0.0.$2e2lk.0:$2e2lk-0-0"><span data-reactid=".de.1:4.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.1.0.0.$2e2lk.0:$2e2lk-0-0.0">Not
knowing what else to do, Malachi decided to brazen it out. Arms folded
behind his head, legs crossed, with a complacent smile on his face,
Malachi leaned the chair back until it rested on the back legs. “Well,
go ahead and blame me. I’ll stand up to my responsibilities.” </span></span><br />
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<span data-offset-key="e6cop-0-0" data-reactid=".de.1:4.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.1.0.0.$e6cop.0:$e6cop-0-0"><span data-reactid=".de.1:4.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.1.0.0.$e6cop.0:$e6cop-0-0.0">“You
better, akudou.” His father, walking behind him to join the women,
swept the legs of the chair as he passed. The immediate laughter from
all as Malachi caught himself before hitting the floor, lightened the
atmosphere.</span></span><br />
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<span data-offset-key="9mm20-0-0" data-reactid=".de.1:4.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.1.0.0.$9mm20.0:$9mm20-0-0"><span data-reactid=".de.1:4.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.1.0.0.$9mm20.0:$9mm20-0-0.0">“Ha,
ha. You all go ahead and laugh.” Malachi stood, brushed down his
clothing and straightened his chair while trying to gather his dignity.
Instead of sitting, he moved to where Paisley stood. Separating her from
the well-wishers, he helped her into her chair but remained standing
behind his.Smiling slightly, he accepted the bottle of wine from the
hands of the waiter. “Now that Paisley has excited everyone with our
little announcement, I wanted to openly apologize for causing everyone
stress and ask for the forgiveness of both families.” </span></span><br />
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<div class="_209g _2vxa" data-block="true" data-offset-key="9s5kt-0-0" data-reactid=".de.1:4.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.1.0.0.$9s5kt">
<span data-offset-key="9s5kt-0-0" data-reactid=".de.1:4.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.1.0.0.$9s5kt.0:$9s5kt-0-0"><span data-reactid=".de.1:4.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.1.0.0.$9s5kt.0:$9s5kt-0-0.0">“Wine
won’t clear it that easily, little brother.” Yogi sipped from his glass
of water, his index finger pointing towards Mr. MuRong. “Words mean
nothing, you have to do something bigger.”</span></span><br />
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<span data-offset-key="8ifho-0-0" data-reactid=".de.1:4.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.1.0.0.$8ifho.0:$8ifho-0-0"><span data-reactid=".de.1:4.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.1.0.0.$8ifho.0:$8ifho-0-0.0">“You know me. After lunch I have plans.”</span></span><br />
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<div class="_209g _2vxa" data-block="true" data-offset-key="6gfv4-0-0" data-reactid=".de.1:4.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.1.0.0.$6gfv4">
<span data-offset-key="6gfv4-0-0" data-reactid=".de.1:4.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.1.0.0.$6gfv4.0:$6gfv4-0-0"><span data-reactid=".de.1:4.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.1.0.0.$6gfv4.0:$6gfv4-0-0.0">“Malachi, what are you talking about?” Paisley scooted closer and whispered in his ear. </span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="5n5cm-0-0" data-reactid=".de.1:4.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.1.0.0.$5n5cm.0:$5n5cm-0-0"><span data-reactid=".de.1:4.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.1.0.0.$5n5cm.0:$5n5cm-0-0.0">Patting
the top of her hand without answering, he directed his next words to
her father. “Mr. MuRong, sir, I know I showed you and Paisley’s
beautiful mother an enormous amount of disrespect and I want to make up
for that.”</span></span><br />
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<span data-offset-key="r3o0-0-0" data-reactid=".de.1:4.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.1.0.0.$r3o0.0:$r3o0-0-0"><span data-reactid=".de.1:4.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.1.0.0.$r3o0.0:$r3o0-0-0.0">“No
disrespect to your father, but it will take more than a dinner, where
you spring the announcement of my grandchild as easily as you announce
the weather. Why is it you always want to have important discussions in a
restaurant? Your decorum is wanting.”</span></span><br />
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<span data-offset-key="fiipg-0-0" data-reactid=".de.1:4.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.1.0.0.$fiipg.0:$fiipg-0-0"><span data-reactid=".de.1:4.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.1.0.0.$fiipg.0:$fiipg-0-0.0">“Stick
with me through lunch, sir and I promise you will love me.” He laughed
at the collective dismissal sound from every person at the table.
“Family, don’t give up on me, yet. I’m full of surprises.”</span></span><br />
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<span data-offset-key="9eanp-0-0" data-reactid=".de.1:4.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.1.0.0.$9eanp.0:$9eanp-0-0"><span data-reactid=".de.1:4.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.1.0.0.$9eanp.0:$9eanp-0-0.0">When
dessert was served, conversation began to lag until eventually silence
reigned and all eyes turned to Malachi. He raised his hand and
immediately a waitress appeared by his side and presented a card to
Paisley. In confusion, Paisley looked towards Malachi.</span></span><br />
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<span data-offset-key="b8n16-0-0" data-reactid=".de.1:4.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.1.0.0.$b8n16.0:$b8n16-0-0"><span data-reactid=".de.1:4.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.1.0.0.$b8n16.0:$b8n16-0-0.0">“Go
with her Paisley, Yoshiko will you go with them? Mr. And Mrs. MuRong,
Amma, Appa- everyone,will you follow me?” Malachi reached out, clasping
the elbow of his grandmother and helping her from her chair.</span></span><br />
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<span data-offset-key="3boa0-0-0" data-reactid=".de.1:4.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.1.0.0.$3boa0.0:$3boa0-0-0"><span data-reactid=".de.1:4.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.1.0.0.$3boa0.0:$3boa0-0-0.0">“We’ll
go with the girls.” Malachi’s mom laughed, excitedly clasping Paisley’s
mom’s hand. Looking as if she knew something no one else knew.</span></span></div>
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path to the restaurant’s rear garden and pagoda was lined on either
side by hedges of roses and covered with arches of red wagasas and lit
Japanese lanterns. At the entrance to the pagoda, Malachi stood with
his brothers and an officiant, nervously waiting for his bride. </span></span><br />
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<span data-offset-key="ed4s2-0-0" data-reactid=".de.1:4.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.1.0.0.$ed4s2.0:$ed4s2-0-0"><span data-reactid=".de.1:4.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.1.0.0.$ed4s2.0:$ed4s2-0-0.0">When
Paisley stepped through the double glass doors to the garden, the first
notes of Malachi’s favorite song began to play and Paisley had to laugh
at the sight of Yogi punching his brother on the shoulder and the short
comical argument which ensued. It was obvious to her, Yogi as eldest
brother, was chastising Malachi for being bold and teasing her father.
What better song to use than Rude by Magic!? Listening to the chorus
declaring the singer’s intention to marry his girl touched Paisley
through her very being and she was overwhelmed with love. She wanted to
run into his arms, but instead, looked up and smiled into the
compassionate gaze of her father as he stepped to her side. </span></span><br />
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<div class="_209g _2vxa" data-block="true" data-offset-key="3j3s1-0-0" data-reactid=".de.1:4.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.1.0.0.$3j3s1">
<span data-offset-key="3j3s1-0-0" data-reactid=".de.1:4.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.1.0.0.$3j3s1.0:$3j3s1-0-0"><span data-reactid=".de.1:4.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.1.0.0.$3j3s1.0:$3j3s1-0-0.0">“That fellow is determined to love you, my angel.”</span></span><br />
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<div class="_209g _2vxa" data-block="true" data-offset-key="1q8if-0-0" data-reactid=".de.1:4.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.1.0.0.$1q8if">
<span data-offset-key="1q8if-0-0" data-reactid=".de.1:4.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.1.0.0.$1q8if.0:$1q8if-0-0"><span data-reactid=".de.1:4.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.1.0.0.$1q8if.0:$1q8if-0-0.0">“Yes, for eternity, Ota-san.”</span></span><br />
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<span data-offset-key="7i4i9-0-0" data-reactid=".de.1:4.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.1.0.0.$7i4i9.0:$7i4i9-0-0"><span data-reactid=".de.1:4.0.$right.0.0.0.0.1.0.0.1.0.0.$7i4i9.0:$7i4i9-0-0.0">“And I will accept that and treat him as a son, the little gaki.”</span></span></div>
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Day two<a href="http://juliesbookreview.blogspot.com/2015/02/ey-wade-day-2.html">An excerpt : “So, what does a fellow do when the father of the woman he loves, just doesn't have the same feelings for him? The video at the end makes me think of all the trouble Malachi has when trying to convince Paisley's dad about how much he loves the man's daughter.
An Affair of the Heart
“Mom, yes I understand what you are saying, that’s why I’m calling you. I’ve only been gone four hours. Everything is fine. I’m perfectly okay with Malachi. Where did you think I would be? Did you get my note?”
“Note? Note?” Annie’s voice rose an octave on the repeat of the word. A sure sign she had lost all control. “Do you think a few short abrupt sentences explain your action? Do you believe they excuse the way you have left your father and I on the verge of terror? We had no idea where you were or how you had gone. You can’t drive because of your vision. Did you call a taxi?Are you okay? Tell me where you are and we will come and get you.”
“I’m not coming back there.”
“Paisley, honey you aren’t planning anything drastic are you? You were so upset last night. Please, I will talk to your father, make him see we want you happy. Have him change his mind about Malachi. Just come home.” “I’m not coming there, Mom. It’s not my home, its the family home. I moved out and the two of you moved me back in. Took away my freedom, my love, and tried to push me back into the role of a naive child. I can’t return to that.”
“Then what are you going to do?”
“I’m going to spend the next couple of weeks with Malachi, marry him, and then I’ll return as his wife to confront you and Oto-san.”
“What? You’re going to-” Annie MuRong yelled to her husband, calling him to the phone relating everything Paisley had said to her. Her voice on the line was immediately replaced by her husband’s angry demanding tirade.
“Paisley Tenshi MuRong, are you serious? You will marry this man?” </a><br />
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The chair legs scraped loudly on the kitchen floor when Frankie MuRong pushed away from the table and strolled through the sliding glass doors to the backyard. He knew where he could find Paisley, on his way in the house through the patio door, he’d seen her diving into the pool.
The pool he’d had built for her after she watched a movie about a mermaid. As a child she became convinced she was a mermaid and they had stolen her and removed her ability to swim. She'd demanded lessons and learned well, determined to one day get to the ocean and swim far away. Where she would finally be happy.
Choosing to sit under one of the many trees provided to keep the area well shaded, he watched his eldest daughter. Her strokes were swift, long, hard, and angry. Back and forth she swam across the Olympic sized pool like a fish stuck in a bowl. Over and over until without warning, she stopped in the middle, treading water and crying. Her back was to him but he could hear her clearly. Her sobs echoed through the water, vibrating into his soul and he wanted to cry with her. He’d only seen her as a rebellious, recalcitrant child. Never imagining her to be so sad and heartbroken.
Looking up as a hand was placed on his shoulder, he stared into the weeping eyes of his wife. The tears falling from her eyes simultaneously with the ones dripping from the tips of his lashes, landed on the back of his hand and mingled. Sitting next to him on the cool grass, she whispered into his ear. Silently, he listened. He listened to her reminder of how his great-grandfather had not accepted the love of his own Chinese grandfather, and the family had not been destroyed. He remembered how he’d felt when Annie’s family wanted to keep them apart. How angry and frustrated he had been when his parents believed it would be best if he continued his education before he married her. <br />
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Quietly, they watched Paisley plunge under the water, propel upward in a rise as if she would break free to reach the heavens, only to return to earth. Where she beat the water in anger until it rose and slapped back in its incapability to give her what she wanted. Spotting them, she swam to where they were, wiping her face and wringing her hair. Her habitual demeanor of porcelain beauty and obedience back in place.<br />
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http://juliesbookreview.blogspot.com/2015/02/ey-wade-day-4.html?m=1 When Your publisher hates your character.: "By the way, I really hated her father. Really. Really really. I think I hated him more reading it the second time."
These are the encouraging words of my publisher at Inknbeans Press, yes, encouraging because it lets me know I got the point across. More important, it made Mr. Frank MuRong chuckle. This fellow cares none about your feelings. Mr. MuRong is the father of Paisley, one of the main characters from When Clouds Touch. He's stubborn, rude, opinionated, and dislikes Malachi, the love of Paisley's life.
When Clouds Touch is the embodiment of a story of soul mates, Paisley and Malachi.
Destined to meet since before birth, their story wraps us somewhere between loving and caring, wanting the best for someone, while wanting to see them happy, even when it is risky and they must obey the demands of family.
Paisley, a woman of Japanese decent, living with Albinism and heart disease, is meek, yet makes no apologies for seeking what she yearns. Hiding behind the protective fold of her wagasa, she yearns for freedom from her overprotective parents and the love of a man she's known only in her dreams, even at the cost of her health.
Malachi, a man who has visions of meeting an elusive shadow, uses his sense of humor and sensitive side to build their relationship. He's determined to win her love, even against the wishes of her parents.~
In a few days Mr. MuRong and his lovely wife will be a guest In The Chair and they will shed more light on their hard to swallow personality.
Amused and wanting to know more about my publisher's feelings for this couple, I asked her if I had given them any redeeming qualities.
"As for her parents, there were no redeeming qualities. I couldn't even excuse them as loving their daughter and wanting the best for her, because they only wanted the best for themselves."<br />
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Honestly, I couldn't write the MuRongs differently. As a writer, we all understand how this happens. The character comes out and well, shows their true character. You can try all you want to make them different, but somewhere in the novel, the real them is exposed. That's the type of people they showed themselves to be, dedicated and overzealous in the protection of their daughter. My next question was: Does it make the book seem bad? Does it work? And when your publisher comes back with a statement like this-
"Oh, absolutely. It makes Paisley and Malachi's plight all the more powerful. This is probably the best thing you've ever written, it's like origami, perfectly folded into delicate layers that create a complex yet simple image. It's a touching and beautiful story. I hope you're very proud of it."<br />
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DAY 5:
I love photographers who can tell a story through a single shot, Atsuko12, is one such an artist. As a matter of fact her photo of leaves reflecting through the folds of a wagasa, is one of the inspirations of When Clouds Touch. The ability to protect while being transparent enough to show life, is what drew me to the picture and bought this scene into my mind.~~
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"Tell me you love me, Paisley. " “Aishiteiru, Malachi. I love you.” Without a pause or a second thought, she obeyed his command. He paused for a moment after snapping the shot, living the dawning knowledge revealed in her eyes that the statement was true. What was said casually now showed intensely and beckoned him into that reality.
“Mujhe bhi tumse iskh huwa hai, I have also fallen in love with you.” Malachi fell to his knees, crawling to her as if being reeled in by a lifeline. Until their lips touched, melded, and their combined breath became a sustaining life force, one for the other.
He felt her hands caress his back, his chest, fingers at the buttons of his shirt and he mimicked them, his fingers steadier and quicker, released the buttons at the top of her dress, pulling short when the gap revealed the tiny lace bra underneath. He flicked its front opening, exposing her flesh to his view – a sight immediately covered with his mouth. His need to be closer overwhelming his conscious mind which was telling him to move slower. But it wasn’t his mind, ruling him, it was her hands doing the directing, creating the momentum and he followed her emotions, her rush to fulfillment by caressing her touching her until she lost her control and cried out for him to stop.
He rolled to his back, breathing hard, chastising himself for trying to rush her, expecting to see the sky and realized they were shielded from the elements by the red panels of the umbrella. Its protection allowing only the softest light from the sun through, casting a soft glow on everything. He watched her as she adjusted her clothing, loving the pink on her skin, like the shell of a pearl.
“Is this how it always is under your umbrella, Paisley? Glimpses of light, beautiful color, shadows of leaves, silhouettes of birds, peaceful?”
Paisley lay quiet for a moment, then reached over to button his shirt and rest her head on his chest. Looking through the paper and seeing the world for the first time through his vision. The change in perception made the world a different place, one she had never really noticed.
“I rarely look up when I’m walking. It would probably be a little dangerous. My wagasa had always been my protection, my way of hiding from the world while spying on its way of living. Basically, it has been a tool. You are constantly showing me its real duty is that of love, Malachi. I don’t think I will ever see it the same again. Sobo wanted me to be able to go out and enjoy myself, little did I know she meant, grab a guy and make love under it.”
“I’m sure that’s not what she meant and I better not catch you under this umbrella with anyone else but me.” Kissing her quick, he pulled her to her feet, grabbing blanket and umbrella and pushing them in her hands. “Let’s go, it’s starting to rain.”
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"Tell me you love me, Paisley. " “Aishiteiru, Malachi. I love you.” Without a pause or a second thought, she obeyed his command. He paused for a moment after snapping the shot, living the dawning knowledge revealed in her eyes that the statement was true. What was said casually now showed intensely and beckoned him into that reality.<br />
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“Mujhe bhi tumse iskh huwa hai, I have also fallen in love with you.” Malachi fell to his knees, crawling to her as if being reeled in by a lifeline. Until their lips touched, melded, and their combined breath became a sustaining life force, one for the other.<br />
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He felt her hands caress his back, his chest, fingers at the buttons of his shirt and he mimicked them, his fingers steadier and quicker, released the buttons at the top of her dress, pulling short when the gap revealed the tiny lace bra underneath. He flicked its front opening, exposing her flesh to his view – a sight immediately covered with his mouth. His need to be closer overwhelming his conscious mind which was telling him to move slower. But it wasn’t his mind, ruling him, it was her hands doing the directing, creating the momentum and he followed her emotions, her rush to fulfillment by caressing her touching her until she lost her control and cried out for him to stop.<br />
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He rolled to his back, breathing hard, chastising himself for trying to rush her, expecting to see the sky and realized they were shielded from the elements by the red panels of the umbrella. Its protection allowing only the softest light from the sun through, casting a soft glow on everything. He watched her as she adjusted her clothing, loving the pink on her skin, like the shell of a pearl.</div>
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“Is this how it always is under your umbrella, Paisley? Glimpses of light, beautiful color, shadows of leaves, silhouettes of birds, peaceful?”</div>
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“I rarely look up when I’m walking. It would probably be a little dangerous. My wagasa had always been my protection, my way of hiding from the world while spying on its way of living. Basically, it has been a tool. You are constantly showing me its real duty is that of love, Malachi. I don’t think I will ever see it the same again. Sobo wanted me to be able to go out and enjoy myself, little did I know she meant, grab a guy and make love under it.”</div>
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“I’m sure that’s not what she meant and I better not catch you under this umbrella with anyone else but me.” Kissing her quick, he pulled her to her feet, grabbing blanket and umbrella and pushing them in her hands. “Let’s go, it’s starting to rain.”</div>
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“You are just a child, Yoshiko, and should stay in your place.” Her father sipped from his cup.<br />
Ignoring his words, Yoshiko tidied the kitchen before sitting at the table with her parents.<br />
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“I’m really serious, <i>Oto-san</i>. You don’t listen to how sad she is, it’s in every sentence she speaks. Her tears are falling all of the time and I don’t think it’s fair. I never see her happy. You have to let her live or she will die alone like a very sad old woman.”<br />
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“I understand a lot. Maybe I wasn’t there when she died, but I am here when she cannot live. That’s so much worse. Anyway, I’m going to the sleepover to have fun. Something you two never let Paisley do.” Laughing along with her parents, she kissed their cheeks before leaving the room. “Promise me you will talk with her, <i>Oto-san</i>.” Her voice carried back into the room from the hallway.
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<span style="line-height: normal;"> These are the encouraging words of my publisher at <a href="http://www.inknbeans.com/" target="_blank">Inknbeans Press</a>, yes, encouraging because it lets me know I got the point across. More important, it made <a href="http://whencloudstouch.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Mr. Frank MuRong</a> chuckle. This fellow cares none about your feelings. Mr. MuRong is the father of Paisley, one of the main characters from When Clouds Touch. He's stubborn, rude, opinionated, and dislikes Malachi, the love of Paisley's life.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12.0000pt; mso-spacerun: 'yes';">Destined
to meet since before birth, their story wraps us somewhere between
loving and caring, wanting the best for someone, while wanting to see
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a woman of Japanese decent, living with Albinism and heart disease, is
meek, yet makes no apologies for seeking what she yearns. </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12.0000pt; mso-spacerun: 'yes';">Hiding behind the protective fold of her wagasa, </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12.0000pt; mso-spacerun: 'yes';">she
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man she's known only in her dreams, even at the cost of her health.</span></div>
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a man who has visions of meeting an elusive shadow, uses his sense of
humor and sensitive side to build their relationship. He's determined
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<span style="line-height: normal;"> In a few days Mr. MuRong and his lovely wife will be a guest<a href="http://theinterviewedcharacter.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"> In The Chair</a> and they will shed more light on their hard to swallow personality.</span><br />
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<span style="line-height: normal;">Amused and wanting to know more about my publisher's feelings for this couple, I asked her if I had given them any redeeming qualities.</span><br />
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<i><span style="line-height: normal;">"As for her parents, there were no
redeeming qualities. I couldn't even excuse them as loving their
daughter and wanting the best for her, because they only wanted the best
for themselves."</span></i><br />
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and Malachi's plight all the more powerful. This is probably the best
thing you've ever written, it's like origami, perfectly folded into
delicate layers that create a complex yet simple image. It's a touching and beautiful story. I hope you're very proud of it."</span></i><br />
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Standing and burying her feet in the warm sand one minute and back to
the water’s edge in the next and then back to the area where Malachi was
busy setting up their paraphernalia.<br />
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“Did I ever tell you what I believed as a child?”<br />
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“No,
what?” He listened with half an ear. His attention caught by her
excited energy. Everything was new to her, as if she had been kept in a
glass jar. Seeing and hearing everything in a world that could shatter
at any moment. He could see from her every movement she was ready to
burst; to stave off an anxiety attack and to calm her down, he sat her
on a blanket and put a plastic shopping bag in her hands. “Here, sit.
Tell me while you open this.”<br />
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She laughed when she pulled a red
plastic shovel and a pail from the bag and immediately began
digging in the sand and filling the bucket.
“You’re so silly, Malachi.”<br />
“Calmed you down, didn’t it?”<br />
“Only
for that moment.” She ran off and came back. “Oh, my God Malachi I
can’t believe this. I’ve felt sand before, but it never felt like this.
So warm and then wet. Hurry so we can get in the water. Stop being such
an old man and let’s go play.”
Her impatience was written all over her and he laughed. Running to grab
the hat that rolled across the sand and plopping it back on her head.<br />
“You have to hold the hat on or the wind will keep blowing it away.”<br />
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“I’ll
do my best.” With one hand she held it on while trying to pull him to
the water. “Let’s do this in a minute. Please, let’s get in the water,
now.” Without waiting she ran. “Bet you can’t catch me.”<br />
“Okay, okay.”<br />
Ramming the pole of the beach umbrella as deep in the sand as possible, he ran after her. Lifting her in mid stride, running on and continuing until he was chest deep in the water before lifting her small frame and dropping her unceremoniously.
The cold from the water was like a shock of electricity and she screamed. Bouncing up once before rising, spluttering, wide eyed and sinking again. For a moment he stood frozen, terrified and cursing himself for not even knowing if she could swim. When she didn’t surface again, he dived in, petrified when he couldn’t find her. Swimming in agitated circles, he searched in vain, coming up when he could no longer breathe only to have his head trapped in a headlock and forced back down. Grabbing Paisley by the waist, he held her above water, examining her with the horrified expression of an anxious parent.The laughter escaping her at the mixture of relief and anxiety written all over his face.<br />
“I thought I’d drowned you.” There was no laughter in his voice.<br />
“I can swim you know.” She laughed again. Flapping her feet in the air in swimming motions.<br />
“No, I didn’t know. How would I know? And where did you go? I didn’t see you under the water.”
“Of course you didn’t, that was my intention. Serves you right for throwing me in when you didn’t know whether or not I would drown.” She splashed a few hands full of water in his face. And quickly swam away. Stopping a few feet out of his reach to taunt him with his inability to keep up. “I’m a lot faster in the water than I am on land.”<br />
“Wait until I get you.”<br />
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A little bit of envy tickled the greedy dark part of her mind. She wanted to be like her; to be able to step out into the world no matter the time of the day or the position of the sun.<br />
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porch, resting against a wall in the shade and not have it shielding the sky from her view. She wanted to let it do all of the hiding and self-protection it wanted, while she ran free and wild in the midday glare, feeling the burn on her skin and not worry about the screeching command of her parents to cover up, protect herself and come inside.<br />
She wanted to be the one or at least join in the fun with her little sister.<br />
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Chasing the dogs, tripping and tumbling over their leashes as they ran around yipping at her ankles. She wanted to be able to fall and hit the ground, skin her knees and not sit crying while her parents hastened to clean the wounds, lecturing her about the delicacy of her heart...denying her the chance to live a real life.<br />
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“Oka-san, you see Yoshiko, that’s how I’ve always wanted to be: allowed to enjoy happiness. I can only take my puppy out at night, no wonder she loves Yoshiko more. No one will ever love me if I’m<br />
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“Maybe so,” Paisley pushed on the glasses. “ But, I also have to give you credit for making my life depressing and unpredictable. Do you remember the ballet classes? For years I took them. Everyone said I was so good, talented. I thought I would become a ballerina and when the night came I would have a solo as an angel, I sneezed and you kept me home. It ruined things for everyone, not just me and you wouldn’t see that. You have to step back and let me live.
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Paisley put her trembling fingers to her forehead. Trying to subtly brush away whatever was crawling a slow path down the bridge of her nose, praying it wouldn’t turn out to be a spider. Her fear and the screaming, running, idiot she became in the presence of the creatures would make her look like a fool, as she ran from the building. The last thing she wanted to look like in front of him. “Oh, my God, my head is bleeding.”<br />
“Yeah, it is.” The muscled chest released the word in the deepest baritone, unhurried and calm. “You’ll be okay. I got this.” He slid the straps of what was obviously a first-aid kit off his shoulders to the floor and began cleaning and patching her head. “Don’t be embarrassed, these things happen. Even though I’ve never seen anyone try to fly through the glass panes. Wasn’t your fault, really. The kid in the stroller on the other side of the partition, dropped a bottle or something and it jammed everything.”<br />
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Paisley looked into his face, mesmerized by the beautiful cloud-shaped gray area in his otherwise, hazel eyes. The feeling of knowing him was shaking her to the core.
“How’d you know to come rescue me?”<br />
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“I didn’t.”<br />
She let her gaze drift from him to the bag on the floor and
back to his face . “You have a medical bag. Did someone call 911?” She looked around before whispering. “Was I sprawled on the floor that long?”<br />
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He laughed out loud. Head thrown back, even white teeth glistening, Adam’s apple moving slowly within the beautiful brown skin of his throat. She was mesmerized. The spell broken as he explained his presence, merely coincidental since the EMS station was housed in the building. His breath, seasoned with peppermint, reminded her she was hungry and late for a lunch meeting.<br />
Paisley pushed herself up, swung her legs to the floor, and with the aid of his palm on her lower back, she stood slowly. Not because she was in any pain, well not any pain from falling, but because she wanted to savor and brand to memory, the touch of his hand.<br />
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“Malachi, are you sure you want to do this?”<br />
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Entering the bedroom from the bathroom, Paisley lay across the bed her freshly washed feet resting on Malachi’s stomach. With her head hanging nearly off the bed, she wiped her nose and tossed the tissue in the wastebasket.
He lifted one of her feet. Running the nail of his pointer finger from heel to toes, enjoying the small shudder she gave before he began rubbing oil on her flesh.<br />
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“You mean the massage? I would hold your feet forever. I would rub your tiny alabaster toes until they fell off. I would eat them for dessert, if you begged me to. Mind you, you’ll have to beg though.”<br />
“No, silly.” she sniffed softly, trying to bury the sound under a giggle. “I mean, do you really want our families to meet? This is a huge thing, especially in my father’s eyes. It is essentially asking for my hand in marriage.” She sniffed again.<br />
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“Are you catching a cold?” Malachi reached for her hands and pulled her up, tucking her under the blankets in two swift movements. “Oh, damn. Your parents are going to kill me.” He jumped from the bed and ran into the kitchen, from where she could hear the frantic slamming of cabinets and the refrigerator door. Returning with a bowl of sliced lemons and a bottle of water, placing the water on the nightstand, Malachi slid under the blankets next to her. “Are you okay? Does anything hurt? Should I call your mom?”<br />
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“Oh, sure, yes call her so you really will be killed. You’re in my bed, we’re barely clothed,” She removed the lemons from his hands, put them on the nightstand on her side of the bed and tossed the water to the floor. “My dad,” She caressed the smooth expanse of his chest. “Would skin you alive right here in this room.” Throwing her leg across his lower limbs she sat up and straddled him. “There are so many other... fun things I would rather do with your skin.”<br />
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Rolling her back to her side of the bed, he reached for a lemon and placed it between her lips.
“Yeah, but I’d rather you suck on this for a few minutes. Just to make sure you aren’t getting a sore throat or something. I knew I shouldn’t have taken you on that ride.” He looked into her face, worry so deep in his eyes, wrinkles were forming on his brow. Reaching up with fingers that trembled, Paisley rubbed at the offending lines. Tears burned her eyes and before they could roll out she turned her face away. Removing the lemon from her mouth and tried to sit up. “Does it hurt so bad, Cintaku?” Malachi refused to let her move, wiping the tears with his fingers.<br />
“No, yes. It hurts that I make you worry. I don’t want another person in my life upset over whatever ails me. So worried that they jump at my every sneeze. Grow lines,” She fingered his forehead again. “Because I shiver or move a little slow. I don’t want that for you, for us Malachi and that’s what I need to know, are you sure you want to do this. Being with me could be the pits...I rather we just break apart, now.”<br />
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“Cintaku sedalam samudra setinggi langit diangkasa kepadamu, which means, my love to you is deep as the ocean and as high as the sky above.” He chuckled softly. “There isn’t a pit in the world that would keep me from being with you, Cintaku.”<br />
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“Awww, Malachi you’re such a romantic. Am I really your love?”<br />
“My only love. There was never one before you and there will never be one after you.”
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“This has been such a fun day, Malachi. I don’t think it would have been the same if I would have come as a child. My goal was much different then.”<br />
“You had a mission for when you would come to the beach? What? Were you going to burrow a tunnel to China? Swim to the other side of the world?”<br />
“I sure was going to try. My goal was to disappear and go back to where I belonged.”<br />
Malachi laughed. The seriousness in her face in total contrast of how she’d looked just a moment before.
“Where did you think you belonged?”<br />
“Now, you have to promise not to laugh.”<br />
“I would never laugh at you.”<br />
“Yeah, you would.” She tossed a shovel of sand in his direction.<br />
“Yeah, you’re probably right.” Holding the food in his hands above his head and out of reach of the sand he sat next to her on the towels. “Now if you want to eat literal sandwiches, just let me know which plate you want.”<br />
“I’ll stop.”<br />
“Okay,” He handed her a plate. “Now, regal me with your plans and maybe on our next trip, we will try it out.”<br />
“So, when I was a little girl, about six or seven, I saw this movie about a mermaid. An old movie where this lady and a mermaid who looked exactly alike, traded places so they could see how the other lived. I became convinced that is what happened to me, except I was sure my parents had stolen me and if they would just return me to the waters, I would be healthy and free.
When I confronted them, they laughed. I hate being laughed at. So, I fixed them and stopped walking. I lay on the floor and the furniture. Grabbing and dragging myself around, refusing to use my legs for weeks. They brought me to doctors, but I wouldn’t walk. I told them I needed my sea legs and they should bring me to the beach or a pool.
Of course they fear public pools and so <i>Oto-san </i>had a huge pool dug into the backyard and paid for the best instructors to teach me to swim. I just knew if they ever brought me to the ocean, I would jump into the water and wave goodbye as soon as I were out of their reach and never return. Which is probably why they never brought me to the beach.”<br />
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Malachi grabbed her by the feet and pulled her towards him. Eyelashes-away as he examined her toes and rubbed her legs until he reached the waist of her bathing suit. Where he began to tickle her. “I had to make sure you weren’t growing fins or scales. I would have to pull them off.”<br />
“You forgot to look here, Malachi.” Paisley lifted the end of the tied bow at her breast.<br />
“Oh no, I didn’t forget there,” he fingered the material. “I thought I would give it a few minutes, takes a while for scales to cover breasts, so when I look I want to do a thorough nonstop exam.” He kissed her lips and sat up.<br />
“You thought of everything didn’t you, Malachi.”<br />
“I tried. Sorry there are no kids around here for you to hear squeal or no trash in the sand, but I promise, after lunch I can make you squeal and we can do dirty things in the sand.”<br />
“Wha...”
Malachi laughed at her expression, tickled at the bright blush on her skin.
“Not until after I eat though and put on some more sun block. You’ve sudden gone all pink on me.”<br />
“The idea, on the beach...I’m not even hungry anymore. I think I’m too excited.”<br />
“Hmmm, I think I’m hungry. Besides, the anticipation will make the memory that much sweeter.” He tossed a banana in her direction. “Sustenance will make it last longer.”
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Choosing to sit under one of the many trees provided to keep the area well shaded, he watched his eldest daughter. Her strokes were swift, long, hard, and angry. Back and forth she swam across the Olympic sized pool like a fish stuck in a bowl. Over and over until without warning, she stopped in the middle, treading water and crying. Her back was to him but he could hear her clearly. Her sobs echoed through the water, vibrating into his soul and he wanted to cry with her. He’d only seen her as a rebellious, recalcitrant child. Never imagining her to be so sad and heartbroken.<br />
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Looking up as a hand was placed on his shoulder, he stared into the weeping eyes of his wife. The tears falling from her eyes simultaneously with the ones dripping from the tips of his lashes, landed on the back of his hand and mingled.
Sitting next to him on the cool grass, she whispered into his ear. Silently, he listened. He listened to her reminder of how his great-grandfather had not accepted the love of his own Chinese grandfather, and the family had not been destroyed. He remembered how he’d felt when Annie’s family wanted to keep them apart. How angry and frustrated he had been when his parents believed it would be best if he continued his education before he married her.
Eventually, he nodded in agreement to Annie’s whispers.<br />
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Quietly, they watched Paisley plunge under the water, propel upward in a rise as if she would break free to reach the heavens, only to return to earth. Where she beat the water in anger until it rose and slapped back in its incapability to give her what she wanted.
Spotting them, she swam to where they were, wiping her face and wringing her hair. Her habitual demeanor of porcelain beauty and obedience back in place.
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Her father’s blue eyes had darkened in his anger and she knew her window of making a point and winning the argument had been closed. Lowering her head in submission, she relinquished her determination in silence.</div>
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She may be of an adult age, finally living on her own, but she was still the obedient daughter Frankie MuRong had reared and she would not shame him by acting like a recalcitrant child.</div>
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“Fine, I’ll go with you, but I’m hungry, now.”</div>
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Backing away from his grasp, she shouldered the straps of her bag before stepping around him and into the enclosure of the revolving door.</div>
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As the doors went through their cycle, Paisley silently listened to her father’s biting voice as he called in an order to his favorite Asian restaurant. No one was safe from his expectation of perfection. She automatically moved to the right, opened her wagasa to shield her skin from the sun, before following the direction indicated by the pressure of her father’s hand on the small of her back. Her reaction no where near what she’d felt when Malachi touched her.Then she’d wanted to lean back and learn more about him, now, all she wanted to do was get away from her father.</div>
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“That’s not true. I wasn’t going to try and hide anything. I would have told you if you’d given me a chance.”</div>
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“Honey,” Her dad broke in. “She had the hair covering her forehead. I wouldn’t have seen,” He paused to reach over and lift her bangs, but Paisley pulled away. Not being thwarted, he continued his description. “There’s a silver dollar sized, angry red, purple and blue knot plastered in the middle.”</div>
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“I’d just come from the hairdresser, Oka-san. I had my hair cut into a new style.” Paisley immediately clasped her hands over her mouth, she hadn’t intended to let that part slip, knowing exactly how her mother would react. Now she would really hear it.</div>
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“You went to a dirty crowded, public salon?” Her mother’s shocked screech filled the car.</div>
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“Oh, my God!” She raised her voice above the level of her mom’s predictions of foreboding. “Oka-san, stop. I had bangs cut, that’s all. Nothing serious. It wasn’t near as bad as that. The place was beautiful, perfectly clean. No one so much as sneezed or coughed. You two worry too much.”</div>
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“Worry too much? You should see the dress she has on.” Her father exaggerated. “No sleeves, thin. As if she doesn’t know the sun will burn her. ”</div>
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Her parent’s yelling in unison was too much and she could feel herself becoming stressed.</div>
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“Stop. I was well hidden under one of the largest most expensive umbrellas ever. No sun touched me. Besides, I thought our goal was to finally let me live a normal life. People have accidents all of the time and they don’t die. It’s just a bump.”</div>
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“For other people maybe, but for you that’s another story. You know...”</div>
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“I know. I’m a person with an immunodeficiency.”</div>
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“And a bad heart..”</div>
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“A heart that hasn’t bothered me in months. An immune system which hasn’t failed me nor caught any illnesses in nearly the same amount of time. You two have got to let me grow up. To be in control of my own health.”<br />
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