Ey Wade's~ When Clouds Touch

"They Create an Affair of the Heart"

"They Create an Affair of the Heart"
If there is a fault in the stars, When Clouds Touch will fix it.

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Paisley, Come Out and Play With Me ~ When Clouds Touch #romance #AsianAmerican #IndianAmerican #Holi


“Would you like to go to the Holi festival with me tonight?”

 “I’ll go any and everywhere with you.”

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. 

“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.”

“Really? I’d love to. Is there a certain way to dress?”

 “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.”

 “Sounds like it. What time? Should I cover my hair?”

 “Depends on whether or not you’re an adventurist.”

 “I’m into anything you are.”

“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.”

 “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.”

“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.”


Three hours later, Paisley was still running and dancing in the dark with the remaining few hundred cheering party goers. Floating in and out of groups of revelers to stand Malachi at her side, under clouds of colored powder, hands in air and twirling under the stars. No one stared at her, no one judged her as she laughed and moved on to the next burst of colors. For the first time in her life she was the same as everyone around her. A willing wiggling canvas, happy and ready for whatever was thrown at her. She’d never felt so uninhibited or ecstatically joyous as she was in that moment. That was until she buried her fingers in the material of Malachi’s shirt, pulled him down to her height and pressed her lips to his.

 “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.”

“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.”

“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.”

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.”

 “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.”

“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.”

 “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.”

“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.”

 “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. ”

  “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.

  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.

 “I think it will wash out.” Malachi fingered the abundance of layers, “It is very pretty, though.” 

“I know, right. I was contemplating on keeping the colors, but then my parents, would kill me.”

“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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    Enjoy an Interview with the cast of When Clouds Touch, at In the Chair. #romance #entertainment

    Thanks for joining the show. Hurry and take a seat,  because today's interview with be delicious.  Each guest will share a little extra so listen (click links)*Ey laughs delightedly*

    The men in Paisley’s life have joined us IN THE CHAIR. Let's get started.

    "Mr. MuRong, please sit to my right.  Malachi, have a seat."

    Ey reaches out to shake the hand of both guest. "Okay, let me ask this question first, Mr. MuRong why do you dislike Malachi so much?"

    Frankie MuRong cleared his throat and looked towards Malachi,  staring, grimly and so long, the younger man became fidgety.

    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.
    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.

    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. He does not or will not see she needs protection not a life of free play. 

    MALACHI: I'm sorry, sir. I have to disagree. Paisley means life to me. I enjoy making her smile. I would do anything for her.

    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,  sad.

    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 miserable. I have made her see life as it can be, enjoyable.

    *Ey* Mr. MuRong, why do you believe Paisley needs constant protection? 

    MR. MURONG: 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.
    MALACHI;  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

    MR. MURONG: 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.

    *Ey *  I happen to love the person Malachi became. Malachi, what are some of the fun things you and Paisley enjoyed?

    MALACHI: Simple outings, picnics,  motorcycle rides, a beach trip. 

    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.

    MuRong stood and walked to the door, stopping briefly at Malachi's words

    MALACHI: I intend to marry your daughter,  Sir.  You can bet on that.

    *Ey * Phew, that is one serious guy.

    MALACHI : Well, you should know, you wrote him that way. You could've given him a tiny soft spot in his heart for me, I'm a real likeable guy. He's rude. When I think of him, I think of the song. Totally fits my mood and situation.

    Ey's laughter filled the room.

    *Ey * 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.

     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?

    MALACHI : Yes. You should read about the love between me and Paisley. Buy the book and check out the blog.


     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.
    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.

    “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.”

    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.

    “How did you know we were here?”

    “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.”

    “You have a tracker on her phone?”

    “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?”

    “So far, nothing. Just tests.”
    “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.”

    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. 

    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.

    “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.”
    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.

    “We lathered her with sunblock and she hid under her umbrella.”

     “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.
    “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.

    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.

    “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.”
    “I have been, Sir.”

    “You think you have. This is her third time needing care under your watch, Mr. Dae.”

    “I’d like to claim only two, Mr. MuRong.”

    “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.”

    Malachi, studied the other man’s face. Always one for diffusing heated situations, he tested the words in his mind before saying anything.

    “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.

     “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.”

    “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.”

    “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.”

    “Well, he better get on his Ps and Qs if he wants to have you in his future.” Mrs. MuRong answered.

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    When Clouds Touch has Grabbed Another Heart. #review #romance

     I love readers who share their opinions. https://www.amazon.com/gp/aw/d/1530742803/
    "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. 

    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.

     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.

     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."
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    Tia Reviews : When Clouds Touch #romance #Albinism #AsianAmerican

    Enjoy a review sure to wrap you into When Clouds Touch.
    "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.
    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. 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.
    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.
    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.
    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."
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    The Love Between Paisley and Malachi is Fateful #romance

    Personally, 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.

    "This book has attached itself to my heart." When Clouds Touch a #romance of a different caliber.  "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.
    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.

    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.

    It is also of utmost importance for these young people to treat their elders with respect at all times, which a significant tenet of the Asian culture. And they try to keep that respect and honor for their parents even when they disagree with them and are being torn away from each other. Ev Wade leaves no emotion untouched as the story unfolds.
    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!" ahhmericanwoman

     So, do as this reader suggested. Run over and get your copy, read it and come back to let us all know your thoughts.

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    Get the Facts Right Before You Write- When Clouds Touch. #Albinism #AsianAmerican #romance

    When Paisley and Malachi decided their story need to be told, I had no idea where it would take me. It began with me, riding as a passenger in a car, watching an abundance of fluffy clouds floating in the sky and spying two that seemed to hit and bounce away from each other. Grabbing my trusty notebook, I wrote this scene:
    Crash Into Me

    Two clouds, floating ever so slowly through the soft blue sky, one from either direction, moved closer on a path towards collision.

    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 inhabitants.

    The 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.
     For 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 In the Chair, which explains so much more.

     The 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.

    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 IN THE CHAIR.

    I found health facts here and here, about  the different types of Albinism, what causes it, genetics and so forth. Paisley happens to have Chediak-Higashi syndrome which accounts for her immune problems.  is another rare form of albinism that is caused by a defect in the LYST gene.
    Read a lot of other articles, mostly on the NOAH site. National Organization for Albinism and Hypopigmentation


     http://albinismbeautymag.weebly.com/If you are interested or want to know about the challenges of Albinism, visit NOAH The National Organization for Albinism and Hypopigmentation.
    If you have any questions or comments, you can e-mail  at webmaster@albinism.org
    If you know someone newly diagnosed, go here.
     While on Instagram one day, came across this magazine.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.
    Please , take a look.  http://albinismbeautymag.weebly.com/home.html
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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.

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