Rīgas Vecrīga bija balta no sniega.

Rīgas Vecrīga was white with snow.

Sniega kupenas krājās gar šaurajām ielām.

Snowdrifts accumulated along the narrow streets.

Gaisā bija februāra asās vēsmas.

There was a sharp February chill in the air.

Gaismiņas izskatījās tik silts aiz logiem, pievilinot cilvēkus siltumā.

The lights appeared so warm behind the windows, tempting people inside to the warmth.

Ina devās uz nelielu restorānu, kur viņa bija nolēmusi izdarīt grūtu soli.

Ina was heading to a small restaurant where she had decided to take a difficult step.

Viņa zināja, ka tas būs vakars, kas atklās vecās lietas.

She knew that it would be an evening that would reveal old matters.

Viņa sarunāja tikšanos ar tēvu Oskaru un tanti Laimu.

She arranged to meet her father Oskars and aunt Laima.

Oskars jau gaidīja pie apaļā koka galda, kas bija klāts ar baltu galdautu.

Oskars was already waiting at the round wooden table, covered with a white tablecloth.

Viņa seja bija mierīga, taču acis nodevāja satraukumu.

His face was calm, but his eyes betrayed his anxiety.

Laima sēdēja viņam blakus, joprojām šarmanta, ar smaidu un gudrām, vērojošām acīm.

Laima sat next to him, still charming, with a smile and wise, observant eyes.

Kad Ina pievienojās, viņa izjuta saspringumu gaisā.

When Ina joined, she felt the tension in the air.

Viss šķita tā, it kā katra skaņa būtu pastiprināta.

Everything seemed as if every sound was amplified.

Klusums kļuva par neizturamu sarunu.

Silence became an unbearable conversation.

Ina ar stingru balsi teica:

Ina said with a firm voice:

"Es gribu zināt patiesību par mūsu ģimeni."

"I want to know the truth about our family."

Oskars uzreiz satraucās.

Oskars immediately became anxious.

Viņš cerēja, ka šo dienu varēs izvairīties.

He had hoped to avoid this day.

"Ir lietas, ko ir labāk nezināt," viņš teica klusi.

"There are things better left unknown," he said quietly.

Bet Laima, kura uzskatīja, ka taisnība ir svarīgāka par klusēšanu, viegli piesita pie galda ar pirkstiem.

But Laima, who believed that the truth was more important than silence, gently tapped the table with her fingers.

"Varbūt ir laiks," viņa lēnām teica.

"Perhaps it is time," she said slowly.

Ina atcerējās dažādas baumas, kuras bija dzirdējusi ārvalstīs.

Ina remembered various rumors she had heard abroad.

Lietas, kas šķita tik nesaprotamas, līdz šim brīdim viņas dzīvē bija kā tumšs mākonis.

Things that seemed so incomprehensible had cast a dark cloud over her life until now.

Atmosfēra kļuva arvien laikmetīgāka.

The atmosphere became more intense.

Oskars skatījās uz savu meitu.

Oskars looked at his daughter.

Viņam jau ilgu laiku gribējās pateikt patiesību, bet viņa bailes vienmēr bija stiprākas par vēlmi atvērt sirdi.

He had wanted to tell the truth for a long time, but his fears were always stronger than the desire to open his heart.

"Ā, Inčuk," beidzot viņš sāka, un Laima atviegloti pamāja, jāņem vērā patiesība.

"Oh, Inčuk," he finally began, and Laima nodded with relief, acknowledging the importance of the truth.

"Stāsts, ko esi dzirdējusi... ir daļēji patiess."

"The story you've heard... is partially true."

Ina nopūtās, taču Oskars turpināja.

Ina sighed, but Oskars continued.

Viņš stāstīja par vecu ģimenes skandālu, kas toreiz bija apdraudējis visu ģimeni.

He spoke of an old family scandal that had threatened the entire family at the time.

Viņa māte bija iesaistīta notikumos, kas mainīja viņu dzīvi uz neatgriešanos.

Her mother was involved in events that changed their lives irreversibly.

Kad stāsts izskanēja, asaras sākās redzēt Inas acīs.

When the story finished, tears began to appear in Ina's eyes.

Viņa paskatījās uz tēvu un tante, vēloties saprast.

She looked at her father and aunt, wanting to understand.

"Paldies, ka neturiet noslēpumu," viņa teica.

"Thank you for not keeping the secret," she said.

Vakara beigās starp viņiem nebija vairāk sastingusīti.

By the end of the evening, the tension between them had dissipated.

Ina piecēlās, piespieda tēvam rokās un abas tantei.

Ina stood up, hugged her father, and did the same with her aunt.

"Esam ģimene. Tam ir jēga. Apmeklēsim Imbolku, ja?"

"We are family. That makes sense. Shall we visit Imbolku, right?"

Oskars ticēja, ka viņa nekad nerunā tā tālāk.

Oskars believed she would never speak of it further.

Laima jūtās atvieglota par spēju atbrīvoties.

Laima felt relieved to be able to let go.

Tā nu mierā viņi skatījās uz ārējo pasauli, kas gulēja sniega mierā.

And so, in peace, they looked at the world outside, lying calm in the snow.

Rīt būs jauna diena, un ģimenes vēsture, kaut gan mainījusies, kopā atsāksies.

Tomorrow would be a new day, and the family's history, though changed, would start anew together.