Tartu internaatkooli aknad helkisid hommikupäikese kiirtes, kui tuul oksi õõtsutas, kandes endaga kastemärgi ja krõbisevate lehtede lõhna.

The windows of the Tartu boarding school glimmered in the morning sunlight as the wind swayed the branches, carrying with it the scent of dew and rustling leaves.

See oli sügis oma iluga, kuid Kertu ei suutnud seda ilu märgata.

It was autumn in all its beauty, yet Kertu could not notice this beauty.

Ta istus klassiruumis, pilk südamevalu ja hirmust tuim.

She sat in the classroom, her gaze dull with heartache and fear.

Ta pastakas libises vahel käest ja matemaatikaõpik tundus liiga raske.

Her pen occasionally slipped from her hand, and the math textbook seemed too heavy.

"Kas sa oled okei, Kertu?"

"Are you okay, Kertu?"

küsis Liis, tema pinginaaber, kes märkas Kertu kahvatut nägu.

asked Liis, her desk mate, who noticed Kertu's pale face.

Kertu naeratas, kuid see naeratus oli nõrk ja sünnis valu peitmiseks.

Kertu smiled, but it was a weak smile, meant to hide the pain.

"Ma olen lihtsalt natuke väsinud, ei midagi tõsist," vastas ta vaikselt.

"I'm just a bit tired, nothing serious," she replied quietly.

Tunnid möödusid aeglaselt ja Kertu tundis, kuidas maailm tema ümber keerles.

The lessons passed slowly, and Kertu felt as though the world was spinning around her.

Nagu oleks elu nõelravi punkti tabanud, koputades tema närvidele, iga nõelamine valusam kui eelmine.

It was as if life had hit an acupuncture point, tapping her nerves, each prick more painful than the last.

Aga ta pidi püsima tugev, vähemalt seniks, kuni keegi ei märka.

But she had to remain strong, at least until no one noticed.

Pärast matemaatikatundi oli vahetund.

After math class, there was a break.

Kertu otsustas minna arsti juurde, kuigi midagi tema sees lausa karjus vastu.

Kertu decided to go to the doctor, even though something inside her screamed against it.

"Ma pean sellele lõpu tegema," mõtles ta.

"I have to put an end to this," she thought.

Internaatkooli meditsiinikabinet paiknes esimesel korrusel.

The boarding school's medical room was located on the first floor.

Hinges kartus ja kergendus, jalutas ta raskete sammudega ukse poole, mille ees ootas Tõnu, kes tahtis samuti abi saada.

Filled with fear and relief, she walked with heavy steps toward the door, where Tõnu was waiting, also seeking help.

"Tere, Kertu!

"Hi, Kertu!

Kõik korras?"

Is everything okay?"

küsis Tõnu, märgates tema kohmetust.

asked Tõnu, noticing her unease.

"Tere, Tõnu.

"Hi, Tõnu.

Jah, lihtsalt natuke halb olla," vastas Kertu.

Yes, just feeling a bit unwell," replied Kertu.

Ta lükkas ukse vaikselt lahti ja sisenes ruumi, mille aknad avanesid puulehtede kuldvalge vaiba poole.

She quietly pushed the door open and entered the room, whose windows opened toward a golden-white carpet of tree leaves.

Soojendava magamiskoti peal istudes tundis Kertu kõigest hoolimata, et temast on saanud vaevu hingav atlas, kes kannab seda suurt, nähtamatut maailma oma õlgadel.

Sitting on the comforting sleeping bag, Kertu felt, despite everything, like a barely breathing atlas, carrying this large, invisible world on her shoulders.

Enne kui ta aru sai, pani pinge tema pea pöörlema ja järgmisel hetkel vajus ta kokku.

Before she realized it, the tension made her head spin, and the next moment she collapsed.

Kui Kertu tuli teadvusele, oli õde tema kohal, murdis tavalise vaikuse soovide ja küsimustega tema olukorra kohta.

When Kertu regained consciousness, a nurse was by her side, breaking the usual silence with wishes and questions about her condition.

Tõnu seisis ukse kõrval, oodates, mure tema näost peegeldumas.

Tõnu stood by the door, waiting, concern mirrored on his face.

Kooli juhtkond võttis Kertu ema ja isaga ühendust.

The school administration contacted Kertu's parents.

Raskus, tunded, mida Kertu oli nii kaua varjanud, tulid nüüd päevavalgele.

The burden, the feelings Kertu had hidden for so long, now came to light.

Tema vanemad tulid kohale, olles murelikud ja hirmunud.

Her parents arrived, worried and frightened.

Kuid nad ei olnud vihased.

But they were not angry.

Nad tahtsid aidata.

They wanted to help.

"Me ei teadnud, et see nii tõsine on," ütles ema, silitades Kertu käsi.

"We didn't know it was this serious," her mother said, stroking Kertu's hand.

"Tähtis on see, et nüüd suudame midagi teha," vastas Tõnu julgustavalt, olles endiselt tubli sõber.

"The important thing is that now we can do something," Tõnu replied encouragingly, remaining a good friend.

Kertu mõistis, et ükski hind ei ole tervisest kõrgem.

Kertu realized that no price is higher than health.

Akadeemilisi saavutusi ei saa panna enesetunde hinnaga kaalule.

Academic achievements cannot be weighed at the cost of one's well-being.

See oli tema jaoks ärkamine – abiga saab ta laiendada silmapiiri ja kasvatada armastust iseenda vastu.

It was an awakening for her—with help, she can broaden her horizons and grow love for herself.

Nüüd, kui lehed Tartu teedel lehvima hakkasid, teadis Kertu, et kuigi ta teekond on alles algamas, pole ta kunagi üksi.

Now, as the leaves began to flutter on the streets of Tartu, Kertu knew that although her journey was just beginning, she was never alone.

Tõeline tugevus ei tulene mitte vaikimisest, vaid sellest, et ollakse piisavalt julge, et abi küsida.

True strength comes not from silence but from being brave enough to ask for help.

Ja vahel õitseb julgus kõige külmema tuule käes.

And sometimes courage blooms in the coldest wind.