Die son sak stadig oor die Atlantiese en Indiese Oseane.

The sun slowly sets over the Atlantiese and Indiese Oseane.

Die lug is 'n pragtige mengsel van pienk en oranje bokant die Kaap Agulhas Ligthuis.

The sky is a beautiful blend of pink and orange above the Kaap Agulhas Lighthouse.

Die lig draai stilweg om, verlig die donker waters rondom die rotse.

The light quietly turns, illuminating the dark waters around the rocks.

Binne die vuurtoring, is 'n gesin bymekaar.

Inside the lighthouse, a family is gathered.

Dit is Elize se groot verjaardagviering.

It is Elize's big birthday celebration.

Mariska is nuuskierig oor hoe sy haar familie kon verwaarloos.

Mariska is curious about how she could have neglected her family.

Sy voel jare het verbygegaan terwyl sy in Johannesburg gewerk het.

She feels years have passed while she worked in Johannesburg.

Sy staan alleen, haar blik op die skuimende golwe.

She stands alone, her gaze on the foamy waves.

Johan, haar ouer broer, stap na haar toe.

Johan, her older brother, steps up to her.

"Dit is mooi, né?

"It's beautiful, isn't it?"

" sê Johan terwyl hy sy arm om Mariska sit.

Johan says, wrapping his arm around Mariska.

Sy knik, maar sy gedagtes is elders.

She nods, but her thoughts are elsewhere.

Haar ma, Elize, besig om die laaste voorbereidings te tref, glimlag vir haar kinders.

Her mother, Elize, busy with the last preparations, smiles at her children.

Maar daar is 'n verwagting in haar oë wat Mariska pla.

But there's an expectation in her eyes that troubles Mariska.

"Kom binne," roep Elize.

"Come inside," calls Elize.

"Dit word koud.

"It's getting cold."

"Binne is die tafel gedek vir 'n fees.

Inside, the table is set for a feast.

Johan krap aan sy bas om ander aan te moedig.

Johan scratches his palm to encourage others.

Mariska voel benoud.

Mariska feels anxious.

Haar ma se verwagtings druk swaar.

Her mother's expectations weigh heavily.

Later, toe die familie eet en lag, glip Mariska buitetoe.

Later, when the family is eating and laughing, Mariska slips outside.

Die koue herfslug was verfrissend.

The cold autumn air is refreshing.

Elize vind haar daar, met die sagte roep van die see as agtergrond.

Elize finds her there, with the soft call of the sea as a backdrop.

"Ek weet jy sukkel in Johannesburg," sê Elize sag.

"I know you're struggling in Johannesburg," says Elize softly.

"Maar jou toekoms is belangrik.

"But your future is important."

"Mariska sug.

Mariska sighs.

"Ek weet nie wat my toekoms is nie, Ma.

"I don't know what my future is, Mom.

Ek is onseker oor alles.

I'm uncertain about everything."

"Elize kyk diep in Mariska se oë.

Elize looks deeply into Mariska's eyes.

"Luister, jy hoef nie dadelik 'n antwoord te hê nie.

"Listen, you don't have to have an answer right away.

Gee jouself tyd, my kind.

Give yourself time, my child."

"Mariska draai om en kyk na die golwe.

Mariska turns and looks at the waves.

"Ek wil 'n pad vind wat my gelukkig maak," sê sy huiwerig.

"I want to find a path that makes me happy," she says hesitantly.

Elize trek haar in 'n omhelsing vas.

Elize pulls her into an embrace.

"Ons sal altyd hier wees.

"We will always be here.

Soos hierdie vuurtoring jou huis verlig.

Like this lighthouse lights your home."

"Die kerslig binne die vuurtoring flikker.

The candlelight inside the lighthouse flickers.

Die oomblik is 'n beginpunt.

The moment is a starting point.

Mariska voel 'n gewig van haar skouers afgly.

Mariska feels a weight lifting from her shoulders.

"Ek sal probeer, Ma.

"I'll try, Mom.

Ek wil gelukkig wees, en ek wil vir julle daar wees.

I want to be happy, and I want to be there for you."

"Dit was die begin van 'n nuwe reis.

It was the beginning of a new journey.

'n Oomblik van begrip en liefde laat haar toe om haar eie pad met selfvertroue te stap.

A moment of understanding and love allows her to walk her own path with confidence.

En alhoewel die pad nog onduidelik kan wees, weet Mariska sy is nie alleen nie.

And although the path may still be unclear, Mariska knows she is not alone.

Haar gewete is verlig soos die lig van die vuurtoring, wat haar lei na 'n nuwe avontuur.

Her conscience is illuminated like the light from the lighthouse, leading her to a new adventure.