She knew that it was her spot for this sunny day; next to the window in a room where there was nothing but some cushions on the floor. She was holding a mirror with one hand and a broken pencil with the other to put some make-up on her face. As I looked through my viewfinder, I thought that the smile on her face was enough to make her look pretty. She is paraplegic. And there is no wheelchair available for her today. She said “maybe tomorrow”.  Maybe tomorrow she would have the chance to be outside with her friends and maybe tomorrow it would be a sunny day again.