Our vehicles stopped to rest after traveling hundreds of kilometers. On the road, we spotted several Tibetans, both adults, and children. One of them, a mother and daughter, caught my attention.

It was cold, and the little girl had a shawl on, and her eyes were looking at me. She was also aware that I was watching her.

I couldn’t speak the language, so I asked for permission to photograph them through a local guide.

When I saw several Tibetans nodding, it seemed that the local guide had succeeded.

The little girl naturally leaned closer to her mother.

From the look in her eyes, I guessed that she was probably confused as to how an uncle was pointing his camera at her.

At this time there was a cold wind blowing, lifting her hair; the surrounding became colder.

She leaned closer to her mother and grabbed her mother’s shirt with her little hand.

I hurriedly captured the scene.

I wondered, “In a few years, will she remember what happened today? If so, what kind of impression would I leave on her?

I may never be able to find the answer.

What do you think?