Jõuluaeg oli taas käes.

It was Christmas time once again.

Lumi kattis maad ja muutis Lahemaa rahvuspargi muinasjutuliseks talvemaaks.

Snow covered the ground and turned Lahemaa National Park into a fairytale-like winter wonderland.

Kõikjal paistis valge vaikus ja õhus oli kargust.

Everywhere, there was a quiet whiteness and the air was crisp.

Mari, noor naine oma kolmekümnendates, kõndis tasa vaikuses.

Mari, a young woman in her thirties, walked quietly in the silence.

Ta oli tagasi kodus, vanematekodus, kus ta koos oma õe ja vennaga lapsepõlve oli veetnud.

She was back home, at her parents’ house, where she had spent her childhood with her sister and brother.

Viimastel aastatel oli midagi kadunud.

In recent years, something had been lost.

Mari tundis, kuidas side tema ja ta õe Leeni ning venna Tiidu vahel oli nõrgenenud.

Mari felt how the connection between her, her sister Leeni, and brother Tiit had weakened.

Selles pere kokku saamises nägi ta võimalust unustatud lähedust taastada.

In this family gathering, she saw an opportunity to restore forgotten closeness.

Kuid nendel jõuludel varjutas rõõmu mingi varjatud pinge.

But this Christmas, there was an undercurrent of hidden tension overshadowing the joy.

Tiit ja Leeni vaidlesid pidevalt päranduseks jäänud maa üle.

Tiit and Leeni constantly argued about the land left as an inheritance.

Mari teadis, et see vaidlus varjutas kõigi meeleolu ja tegelikult valmistas see temale suurt muret.

Mari knew that this argument was clouding everyone’s mood and it was causing her great concern.

Õhtu saabudes kogunesid kõik elutuppa, kuhu oli püsti pandud kõrge kuusk, särades värvilistes tuledes.

As evening fell, everyone gathered in the living room, where a tall fir tree had been set up, shining with colorful lights.

Kuigi naeratused olid näol, peitis see endas südames pakitsevat muret.

Although there were smiles on their faces, they hid a deep-seated worry.

Leeni, rahutu oma olemuselt, heitis kiireid pilke Tiidu poole, samas kui Tiit vältis täielikult Leeni pilku.

Leeni, restless by nature, cast quick glances at Tiit, while Tiit completely avoided looking at Leeni.

Mari teadis, et nii see ei jätku.

Mari knew this could not continue.

Midagi tuli ette võtta.

Something had to be done.

Järgmisel hommikul kutsus Mari õe ja venna kergele jalutuskäigule rabasse, kus lumesse mattusid kõik rajad.

The next morning, Mari invited her sister and brother for a gentle walk in the bog, where all the paths were covered in snow.

Puude vahel oli kõik vaikne.

Between the trees, everything was quiet.

Aeg-ajalt murdus mõni oks lumekoorma all.

Occasionally, a branch snapped under the weight of the snow.

Seal, keset rahu ja vaikelu, tundis Mari, et on õige hetk.

There, in the midst of peace and stillness, Mari felt it was the right moment.

„Me peame rääkima,“ alustas Mari otsusekindlalt, kui nad peatusid ühe kauni külmunud oja kõrval.

“We need to talk,” Mari began resolutely as they stopped by a beautiful frozen stream.

Tema sõnad leidsid vastukaja lumistes puulatvades.

Her words echoed among the snow-covered treetops.

Leeni ja Tiit vaatasid temale üllatunult otsa.

Leeni and Tiit looked at her in surprise.

Hetkeks vaikus, siis hakkas Leeni rääkima, sõnad langesid nagu lumelilled.

Silence for a moment, then Leeni began to speak, her words falling like snowflakes.

Ta tunnistas, kui palju talle maa tähendas.

She confessed how much the land meant to her.

Sellele järgnes Tiidu lugu.

This was followed by Tiit's story.

Tunded, mida hoiti varjul mitmeid aastaid, valasid end lõpuks välja kui talvine suvi.

Feelings that had been hidden for many years finally poured out like a winter thaw.

Mari kuulas, mitte ainult sõnade, vaid ka tunnete keelt.

Mari listened, not just to the words, but to the language of the emotions.

Ning just seal, toonase päeva alguses, algas ka pere taasühinemine.

And right there, at the start of that day, the family's reunification began.

Nad mõistsid, et nad kõik tahtsid sama - armastavat ja ühtehoidvat peret.

They realized they all wanted the same thing—a loving and united family.

Lahku minnes olid õe ja venna vahelised pilgud soojad.

As Leeni and Tiit parted, their glances towards each other were warm.

Pinged olid kadunud, asendunud lubadusega hoida kokku.

Tensions had disappeared, replaced by the promise to stick together.

Ja kuigi väljas valitses külmus, kodus oli soe.

And even though it was cold outside, inside it was warm.

Lumi jätkas hellemat lumesadu, kuid südamed olid sulamas.

Snow continued to fall gently, but hearts were melting.

Pärast jalutuskäiku tundis Mari end kindlana.

After the walk, Mari felt confident.

Ta teadis, et oli midagi muutnud.

She knew she had changed something.

Tiit ja Leeni olid leidnud rahu ning peresidemed olid taas tugevad.

Tiit and Leeni had found peace, and the family bonds were strong again.

Peagi olid nad juba teineteisest kinni hoidmas, tõelise talvise ime tunnistajateks.

Soon, they were holding onto each other, witnesses to a true winter miracle.

Ja Mari teadis, et pere, mitte varandus, oli alati olnud nende suurim aare.

And Mari knew that family, not fortune, had always been their greatest treasure.