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

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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.
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They Point Their Fingers-Each Calling the Other Rude. "When Clouds Touch" by Ey Wade #romance

Thanks for stopping. I know you haven't seen me here before, usually, as the author, I'm always on the interview blog In the Chair. . *Ey laughs delightedly*

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.
This is a recap of a show, each guest will share a little extra so listen (click links)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,  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 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."

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 out blog.

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  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 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.”
 
“You have a tracer 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 felt as if 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.”

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If there is a fault in the stars, Ey Wade's~ When Clouds Touch will fix that. #romance #comingofage #AsianAmerican

When Clouds Touch received a lovely review on the USA Today HEA blog.

It's always a thrill to get recognition for your stories and I appreciate all of them. Take a look:

"Ey Wades' When Clouds Touch 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.

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.

About When Clouds Touch (courtesy of InknBeans Press):
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.


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Give My Sister Freedom~ When Clouds Touch #romance #WeNeedDiverseBooks

“You know, Oka-san and Oto-san, you two can be a little nicer to Paisley. She’s a very good girl for her age.” Yoshiko placed cups of tea in front of her parents before offering them cookies from the plate on the table.“You should hear how some of my friends talk about their sisters. You wouldn’t believe how they talk to their parents.”

 “You are just a child, Yoshiko, and should stay in your place.” Her father sipped from his cup.
Ignoring his words, Yoshiko tidied the kitchen before sitting at the table with her parents.

“I’m really serious, Oto-san. 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.”
 “You are always serious, my Yoshiko, but I will parent Paisley. You do not understand all she has been through. You have seen how it is when she gets a cold or is in the sun’s rays. You were not there when she died as a baby. My heart was broken.”
 “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, Oto-san.” Her voice carried back into the room from the hallway. “I will talk with her.”

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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

An outstanding magazine - Albinism Beauty,  features gorgeous models and informative articles. Please , take a look.  http://albinismbeautymag.weebly.com/home.html

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Deeper Than Holding You Prisoner~ When Clouds Touch #romance #Albinism

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.


She wanted to park her wagasa in the corner of the

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.
 She wanted to be the one or at least join in the fun with her little sister.

 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.

 “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
walled away from the world.”

Without saying a word, her mom joined her on the screened-in porch. Tapping the top of Paisley’s hands with the sunglasses she brought out for her, she sat on the swing, starting its movement with the push of her foot. “Paisley, if you were a mother, you would understand what I do is always in your best interest. I have been worried about you since your birth. Maybe a little overprotective, but what would you expect from a mother who holds her infant in her arms, watches her die and return to life at the age of one year? You have gone from one illness to another and I think your survival should be credited to our diligence.”

“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.

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

An outstanding magazine - Albinism Beauty,  features gorgeous models and informative articles. Please , take a look.  http://albinismbeautymag.weebly.com/home.html

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Your Love is Smothering Me. ~ When Clouds Touch #parenting

"Paisley, control yourself. We are in public.” 

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.

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.

“Fine, I’ll go with you, but I’m hungry, now.”

Backing away from his grasp, she shouldered the straps of her bag before stepping around him and into the enclosure of the revolving door.

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.

Once in the car, she heatedly joined in the broadcast tirade between her parents.

“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.”

“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.”

“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.

“You went to a dirty crowded, public salon?” Her mother’s shocked screech filled the car.

“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.”

“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. ”

Her parent’s yelling in unison was too much and she could feel herself becoming stressed.

“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.”

“For other people maybe, but for you that’s another story. You know...”

“I know. I’m a person with an immunodeficiency.”

“And a bad heart..”

“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.”

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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

An outstanding magazine - Albinism Beauty,  features gorgeous models and informative articles. Please , take a look.  http://albinismbeautymag.weebly.com/home.html

I hope you enjoyed this excerpt and will answer questions on the survey.

This novel, and all novels by Ey Wade are AVAILABLE FOR PURCHASE and your support is appreciated. If you have read any of my novels, please post a review. Copy and paste it to any of the online book sites.
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