Shot in the city of Sefrou, Morocco.
A little girl ran up to her father. And she started to behave like a spoilt child beside the father. She wore a sad expression and was crying. Apparently, she might go the knuckle with her friends and get the worst of a quarrel.
As soon as she came, the father started to pat on her head. Yet she didn't stop crying. There is no night that doesn't find the day. Even though she was full of lament, she cast an eye on me.