I tågede sump var der en gammel familiehytte.

In the misty swamp, there was an old family cabin.

Træerne stod høje, indhyllet i en tung tåge.

The trees stood tall, shrouded in a heavy fog.

Latter og gode minder syntes stadig at hænge i luften.

Laughter and good memories seemed to still linger in the air.

Esben og Freja, to søskende, gik ad den smalle sti mod hytten.

Esben and Freja, two siblings, walked along the narrow path towards the cabin.

Esben, den ældste, havde et ansvar at bære.

Esben, the eldest, had a responsibility to bear.

Han ønskede, at hytten skulle lyse op igen.

He wanted the cabin to light up again.

Freja, fuld af eventyrlyst, så mere frem til at rejse videre til nye steder.

Freja, full of adventurous spirit, looked more forward to traveling on to new places.

"Vi skal sørge for, at hytten er klar til familien," sagde Esben bestemt.

"We need to make sure the cabin is ready for the family," said Esben firmly.

"Vi kan ikke lade den forfalde.

"We can't let it fall into disrepair."

"Freja betragtede hytten.

Freja observed the cabin.

Væggene var slidte, og taget havde brug for reparationer.

The walls were worn, and the roof needed repairs.

Hendes tanker fløj allerede væk til et andet eventyr.

Her thoughts were already drifting away to another adventure.

"Kan vi ikke bare blive færdige hurtigt?

"Can't we just finish up quickly?"

" spurgte hun utålmodigt.

she asked impatiently.

Mens de arbejdede, mindede Esben hende om somrene, de tilbragte der som børn.

As they worked, Esben reminded her of the summers they spent there as children.

Hvordan de legede i skoven og hørte spændende eventyr fra deres bedstefar.

How they played in the forest and heard exciting stories from their grandfather.

"Minderne her er vigtige, Freja.

"The memories here are important, Freja.

Der er mere end bare et lille hus i det her.

There's more than just a little house in this."

"Freja sukkede og gik ind i hytten.

Freja sighed and went into the cabin.

Tavse skramlende fandt hun en lille æske i den støvede bogreol.

Silently rummaging, she found a small box on the dusty bookshelf.

Indeni var deres gamle tegninger og en lille sten, de en gang havde malet sammen.

Inside were their old drawings and a small stone they had once painted together.

Minder vældede op i hende, og hun smilede.

Memories surged within her, and she smiled.

"Jeg husker, da vi lavede denne," sagde hun blidt og så på Esben.

"I remember when we made this," she said softly, looking at Esben.

"Måske har du ret.

"Maybe you're right.

Det her sted betyder meget for os.

This place means a lot to us."

”De arbejdede videre, side om side.

They continued working, side by side.

Hvert lille område blev støvet af, hver planke repareret.

Every little area was dusted off, every plank repaired.

Hos familien ville hytten snart være et hjem igen til mange dejlige stunder.

For the family, the cabin would soon be a home again to many lovely moments.

Da dagen bøjede mod nat, så Freja ud over sumpen.

As the day turned to night, Freja looked out over the swamp.

Hun forstod nu vigtigheden af traditioner og hvor meget familie betød for Esben – og for hende selv.

She now understood the importance of traditions and how much family meant to Esben—and to herself.

"Tak, Esben.

"Thank you, Esben.

Jeg er glad for, at vi gjorde det her sammen," sagde hun og krammede sin bror.

I'm glad we did this together," she said and hugged her brother.

Esben smilte tilfreds.

Esben smiled contentedly.

"Så længe vi husker, vil minderne aldrig forsvinde.

"As long as we remember, the memories will never disappear."

"Lyden af fuglekvidder og det blide susen af vinden i træerne gav genklang.

The sound of birds chirping and the gentle rustling of the wind in the trees echoed.

Sumpen, mystisk og stille, bar nu også vidnesbyrd om en ny forening mellem to søskende, og en hytte fuld af genvundet kærlighed.

The swamp, mysterious and quiet, now also bore witness to a new bond between two siblings, and a cabin full of regained love.