V Ljubljani je padal hladen veter, in listi so šušljali po ulicah.

In Ljubljana, a cold wind was blowing, and the leaves rustled through the streets.

V bolnišnici pa je bilo toplo.

But inside the hospital, it was warm.

Ljudje so hodili sem in tja, vsi z mislimi pri svojih najbližjih.

People walked back and forth, all with thoughts of their loved ones.

Miha je sedel v kotu čakalnice, z rokami v žepu.

Miha sat in the corner of the waiting room, hands in his pockets.

Njegova sestra Nika je bila na operaciji, na katero sta čakala že nekaj tednov.

His sister Nika was in surgery, an operation they had been waiting for weeks to happen.

Miha je bil nervozen.

Miha was nervous.

Hotel je biti močan, a ga je skrbelo.

He wanted to be strong, but he was worried.

Njegov pogled je zdrsnil na stekleni vhod, kjer so se luči odbijale v tisoč barvah.

His gaze slipped to the glass entrance, where the lights reflected in a thousand colors.

Spomnil se je zadnjega pogovora z Niko.

He remembered his last conversation with Nika.

Prepir zaradi nečesa nepomembnega.

An argument over something insignificant.

Tisto noč ni mogel spati;

That night, he couldn't sleep; the feeling of guilt was too great.

občutek krivde je bil prevelik.

Now he sat there, powerless, alone with his thoughts.

Zdaj je sedel tam, brez moči, le s svojimi mislimi.

"This isn't fair," he whispered.

"To ni pravično," je šepetnil.

He found a piece of paper and began to write.

Poiskal je papir in začel pisati.

A letter for Nika.

Pismo za Niko.

A simple letter where he tells her that he loves her.

Preprosto pismo, kjer ji pove, da jo ima rad.

That he's sorry.

Da mu je žal.

That he cares.

Da mu je mar.

Minutes passed.

Minute so minevale.

The clock ticked.

Ura je tiktakala.

People came and went.

Ljudje so vstopali in izstopali.

Miha read his letter twice.

Miha je dvakrat prebral svoje pismo.

He was satisfied.

Zadovoljen je bil.

Now all that remained was waiting.

Zdaj mu je ostalo le še čakanje.

The phone rang.

Telefon je zazvonil.

"Mr.

"Gospod Miha?

Miha?"

" rekel je zdravnik na drugi strani.

said the doctor on the other end.

"Operacija je bila uspešna, vendar bodo potrebovali več časa za okrevanje.

"The surgery was successful, but they will need more time to recover."

" Miha je olajšano izdihnil.

Miha exhaled with relief.

Njegova sestrica je bila v redu.

His little sister was okay.

V mislih se ji je zahvalil za pogum.

In his thoughts, he thanked her for her courage.

Ko je Nika odprla oči, je Miha sedel pri njeni postelji.

When Nika opened her eyes, Miha was sitting by her bed.

"Živjo, pogumna Nika," je rekel in ji podal pismo.

"Hello, brave Nika," he said, handing her the letter.

Ona se mu je rahlo nasmehnila, in svet je spet imel smisel.

She gave him a slight smile, and the world made sense again.

Miha je vedel, da se stvari ne bodo spremenile čez noč, toda bila sta skupaj.

Miha knew that things wouldn't change overnight, but they were together.

To je bilo vse, kar je potreboval.

That was all he needed.

Svet je bil hladen, a srce je bilo toplo praznično.

The world was cold, but the heart was warm and festive.

Zunaj je veter nosil vonj po zimi in pričakovanju božiča.

Outside, the wind carried the scent of winter and the anticipation of Christmas.

Tu noter pa je bil Miha ob svoji sestri, odločiljen, da bo vztrajal v vezi, ki ju je vedno združevala.

But inside, Miha was with his sister, determined to hold onto the bond that had always united them.