Saulains vasaras rīts Siguldā.

A sunny summer morning in Siguldā.

Viss smaržo pēc zāles un puķēm.

Everything smells of grass and flowers.

Gaisa dūcienā ir prieks un gaidas.

There is joy and anticipation in the hum of the air.

Jānis stāv parka malā, sirds pukst straujāk.

Jānis stands at the edge of the park, his heart beating faster.

Tik daudz laika pagājis kopš viņš bija šeit.

So much time has passed since he was here.

Augstu pļavā, aiz neliela kalna, stiepjas skati uz pilsdrupām.

High in the meadow, beyond a small hill, views stretch towards the castle ruins.

Šķiet gandrīz kā sapnis.

It seems almost like a dream.

Jānis bija projām daudzus gadus, radot jaunu dzīvi ārzemēs.

Jānis had been away for many years, creating a new life abroad.

Viņam pietrūka ģimenes, pat ja bija pieradis dzīvot citur.

He missed his family, even though he had grown accustomed to living elsewhere.

Tomēr tagad atkal mājās viņš nesaprata, kā jutīsies.

Yet now being back home, he wasn't sure how he would feel.

Vai viņi viņu atcerēsies tādu, kāds viņš bija?

Would they remember him as he was?

Piknika galdi ir klāti rozā galdautiem.

The picnic tables are covered with pink tablecloths.

Uz galdiem milzu bļodas ar salātiem un speķa pīrādziņiem.

On the tables are huge bowls of salads and speķa pīrādziņi (bacon pies).

Jānis ieraudzīja Elīnu, viņa māsu, kas sirsnīgi smejas kopā ar draugiem.

Jānis saw Elīna, his sister, laughing heartily with friends.

Kad viņa saraudzīja brāli, viņa sejā pazibēja siltums.

When she noticed her brother, warmth flashed across her face.

Viņa metās viņam pretī un cieši apskāva.

She rushed towards him and embraced him tightly.

"Tu mums esi trūcis, brālīt!

"We've missed you, little brother!"

" teica Elīna.

said Elīna.

"Viss būs kā agrāk.

"Everything will be like it used to be."

"Jānis uzsmaidīja, lai gan sirdī bija neliels nemiers.

Jānis smiled, though there was a slight uneasiness in his heart.

Bet tad viņš redzēja Viktoru, kas stāvēja nostāk, šķietami aizņemts ar sakaru aparātu.

But then he saw Viktor, standing aside, seemingly busy with a communication device.

Jānis zināja, ka starp viņiem vaiga nesaskaņas.

Jānis knew there were unresolved conflicts between them.

Laiks kaut ko mainīt.

Time to change something.

Dienas gaitā sākās tradicionālās spēles.

As the day progressed, traditional games began.

Tika spēlēts tautas bumba.

A game of tautas bumba (a type of dodgeball) was played.

Jānis nolēma iesaistīties.

Jānis decided to get involved.

Viņš atrada brīdi pie Viktora.

He found a moment near Viktor.

Jūtams smagums karājās starp viņiem, bet, game iesākoties, Jānis uzdrošinājās runāt.

There was a heavy tension hanging between them, but as the game started, Jānis dared to speak.

"Viktor, man žēl par to, kas notika agrāk.

"Viktor, I'm sorry about what happened earlier.

Mēs bijām jauni, muļķības notika.

We were young, silly things happened.

Gribētu beidzot izskaidroties," teica Jānis.

I'd like to finally clear things up," said Jānis.

Viktors uz sekundi apstājās, apskatījās uz bumbu savās rokās un tad uz Jāni.

Viktor paused for a second, looked at the ball in his hands, then at Jānis.

"Arī man tas neizbeidza prātā.

"It hasn't left my mind either.

Mēs abi pieļāvām kļūdas," atbildēja Viktors lēni.

We both made mistakes," replied Viktor slowly.

Viņu saruna turpinājās visas spēles laikā.

Their conversation continued throughout the game.

Laika gaitā nesapratne klājās prom.

Over time, the misunderstanding faded away.

Viņi atcerējās bērnību, smejoties par to, kas toreiz šķita tik nopietns.

They recalled their childhood, laughing about things that seemed so serious back then.

Kad diena tuvojās beigām, Jānis saprata, ka viņam nav jāizliekas.

As the day drew to a close, Jānis realized he didn't have to pretend.

Viņa ģimene bija šeit, viņš bija daļa no tās.

His family was here; he was a part of it.

Reizes gaitā saſjuši Gondolā uz pilsdrupām, vējš pūta matos un skaļiem smiekliem Jāņa prātā ienāca doma, ka piedera pie šīs vietas, šīs ģimenes.

As they rode the gondola to the castle ruins, the wind blowing through their hair and loud laughter echoing in his mind, Jānis thought that he belonged to this place, this family.

Siguldas zemie kalni rietošā saulē izskatījās kā glezna.

The low hills of Siguldas looked like a painting in the setting sun.

Jānis sēdēja, skaitļi sirdi silda.

Jānis sat, warmth filling his heart.

Viņš bija mājās, un tas bija lieliski.

He was home, and it was wonderful.