Home Alone

I stayed in a simple shack without electricity and water, in the middle of the home yard I met a little girl called Cecilia. She was the most curious little being I have ever met. She curiously followed me because I was the weird man with white skin who showed up in her village. One day while she was talking to me I decided to make a portrait. I was ready to make a shot, but in spite of our friendship she showed discomfort and she hid behind the door. While she was standing behind the door, I came up with an idea. The room we were in was quite dark because there were no windows and the only light was coming from the door. So i was patient for the moment that she came to the edge of the door.