Kaarel seisis Pihlaka talu väraval, vaadates kaugemale.

Kaarel stood at the gate of Pihlaka farm, looking out into the distance.

See oli ilus suvepäev.

It was a beautiful summer day.

Väljad olid täis kuldset heina, ja kase mets sahises leebes tuules.

The fields were full of golden hay, and the birch forest rustled in the gentle breeze.

Tema süda oli põnevil ja natuke kartlik.

His heart was excited yet a little fearful.

Ta oli alati olnud vaikne ja häbelik insener, kuid nüüd oli ta taas oma sugulastega.

He had always been a quiet and shy engineer, but now he was once again with his relatives.

Ta teadis, et selles kokkutulekus peitub võimalus leida vastuseid ammu ootavatele küsimustele.

He knew that this gathering held the potential to find answers to questions long awaiting.

Talu hoovis kaikus laste naer ja vanainimeste mõttevahetused.

The courtyard echoed with children's laughter and the exchange of ideas among the elderly.

Anni, tema armas tädi, seisis verandal ja kallistas kõiki hetkeks.

Anni, his dear aunt, stood on the porch, hugging everyone momentarily.

Anni oli küll vanem ja silmadest õhkus elutarkust, kuid ta kandis alati endas nooruslikku energiat.

Although Anni was older, and her eyes radiated wisdom from life, she always carried a youthful energy.

Mihkel, tema elavaloomuline nõbu, jooksis Kaaresle suure naeratusega vastu.

Mihkel, his lively cousin, ran towards Kaarel with a big smile.

"Kaarel!

"Kaarel!

Kus sa nii kaua oled olnud?"

Where have you been all this time?"

küsis Mihkel.

asked Mihkel.

Kaarel naeratas vaoshoitult ja vastas: "Tööl, tead ju mind."

Kaarel smiled reservedly and replied, "At work, you know me."

Kaareli peas keerles aga teine küsimus.

Yet, another question was swirling in Kaarel's mind.

Olles kuulnud vanavanematest ja neist räägitud lugudest, tundis ta, et nendes lugudes võib peituda vastus tema ammusele otsingule.

Having heard stories about his grandparents, he felt that these stories might hold the key to his long-standing search.

Aga keegi ei paistnud soovivat neist rääkida.

But no one seemed willing to talk about them.

Päeva jooksul täitus talu elu ja naeruga.

As the day went on, the farm was filled with life and laughter.

Toit oli rikkalik ja maitserikas ja kõik naudivad hetke.

The food was plentiful and flavorful, and everyone enjoyed the moment.

Kuid Kaarel jäi oma mõtetesse.

However, Kaarel remained deep in thought.

Ta teadis, et peab lõpuks Anni poole pöörduma.

He knew he would eventually need to approach Anni.

Õhtu saabudes, kui taevas muutus oranžiks ja õhk jahtus, leidis Kaarel Anni vaiksel verandat repolja.

As the evening arrived, the sky turned orange, and the air cooled, Kaarel found Anni quietly on the porch.

Anni istus niiske, pehme tekiga ja vaatas kaugusse.

Anni sat with a damp, soft blanket, gazing into the distance.

Oli aeg oma küsimus esitada.

It was time to ask his question.

"Tädi Anni," alustas Kaarel ettevaatlikult, "Mul on midagi küsida."

"Aunt Anni," Kaarel began cautiously, "I have something to ask."

Anni vaatas teda, uurides pilguga, "Mis küsimus sul on, Kaarleka?"

Anni looked at him, with inquisitive eyes, "What question do you have, Kaarleka?"

Kaarel pööras pilgu ette, tõmmates drapi taskust vana tuhmunud foto.

Kaarel turned his gaze forward, drawing an old faded photo from his pocket.

Seal oli tema vanaisa, kellele Kaarel nägu ei mäletanud.

It was of his grandfather, whose face Kaarel couldn't remember.

"Kes see on?"

"Who is this?"

küsis ta julgelt, tundes, et on astunud oma väikesest kestast välja.

he asked boldly, feeling as if he had stepped out of his small shell.

Anni naeratas soojalt ja ütles, "Ahh, see on sinu vanaisa meie vanal talu.

Anni smiled warmly and said, "Ahh, that's your grandfather at our old farm.

Ta oli ehe lugu rääkimas.

He had a real knack for storytelling.

Just siin, nende samade kaskede vahel, are juste, mis siin jalutavad."

Right here, among these birches, just like those walking here."

Tema hääl muutus pehmeks, tekitas mälestuste laine.

Her voice softened, creating a wave of memories.

Ta rääkis Kaarelile loo, kuidas vanaisa oli nooruses julge ja unistav.

She told Kaarel the story of how his grandfather was bold and dreamful in his youth.

Kuidas ta oli armastanud loodust ja alati unistanud suurest seiklusest.

How he loved nature and always dreamed of a great adventure.

Anni jutust vahepeal murdus, kui meenutus viis teda tagasi vanemate aegade mälestustesse.

Anni's voice occasionally broke as the reminiscence brought her back to memories of past times.

See õhtu verandale maalitud pilt oli täis armastust ja ühendust.

The picture painted that evening on the porch was full of love and connection.

Kui Anni lõpuks lõpetas, mõistis Kaarel, et saladus ei olnudki hämar.

When Anni finally finished, Kaarel realized that the secret wasn’t murky at all.

See oli soojus, mälestused ja ühendus minevikuga.

It was warmth, memories, and a connection to the past.

Kaarel sai teadlikuks, et tema kartused olid kadunud.

Kaarel became aware that his fears had vanished.

Tema trepid Anni maailma sisse olid avanenud tema jaoks mineviku kaudu aknasse, kust ta leidis selgust ja vahest rahu.

His steps into Anni's world had opened a window to the past through which he found clarity and perhaps peace.

Ta tundis end rohkem ühendatud oma juurtega ja oli valmis olema rohkem oma pereringis kohal.

He felt more connected to his roots and was ready to be more present in his family circle.

Pihlaka talu muutus tema jaoks elavaks hinge paigaks, mitte ainult pereromaansi osaks.

Pihlaka farm had become a living place for his soul, not just a part of a family saga.

Ja nii oli kaarel tõeliselt kodus.

And so, Kaarel was truly home.