In die somerhitte staan die ou pakhuis stil.

In the summer heat, the old warehouse stands still.

'n Ligte briesie waai deur die gebreekte vensters, dra die stof in die lug.

A light breeze blows through the broken windows, carrying the dust in the air.

Die kloktoring van die ou fabriek wys twaalfuur.

The clock tower of the old factory shows twelve o'clock.

Valentine’s Day is om die draai, 'n tyd om lief te hê en te herstel.

Valentine’s Day is just around the corner, a time to love and to heal.

Pieter staan voor die ou gebou.

Pieter stands in front of the old building.

Hy kyk na die krakende mure en dink aan sy kinderdae.

He looks at the creaking walls and thinks of his childhood.

Die pakhuis was eens die kern van hul gesin se lewe, maar nou is dit lankal verlate.

The warehouse was once the center of their family's life, but now it has long been abandoned.

"Ons moet die medaljon kry," sê Pieter.

"We need to get the medallion," says Pieter.

Sy stem dra 'n mengsel van nostalgie en verantwoordelikheid.

His voice carries a mixture of nostalgia and responsibility.

Anika en Johan staan langs hom.

Anika and Johan stand beside him.

Anika is die jongste, altyd vol lewenslus.

Anika is the youngest, always full of zest for life.

Johan, die oudste, is stil maar sterk.

Johan, the oldest, is quiet but strong.

"Dit is gevaarlik," sê Anika en kyk na die grond wat by die hoek begin sink.

"It is dangerous," says Anika looking at the ground starting to sink at the corner.

"Hoekom nie net onthou en aangaan nie?

"Why not just remember and move on?"

"Johan staan met gevoude arms.

Johan stands with folded arms.

"Miskien is dit tyd om sekere dinge te laat gaan.

"Maybe it’s time to let certain things go."

""Ons het dit nodig," dring Pieter aan.

"We need it," insists Pieter.

"Dit is nie net 'n medaljon nie.

"It’s not just a medallion.

Dit is 'n deel van Ouma.

It’s a part of Grandma.

Dit help ons onthou wie ons is.

It helps us remember who we are."

"Die broers en susters stap oor die krakende vloerplanke in.

The siblings walk over the creaking floorboards inside.

Die pakhuis is donker, maar die sonstrale wat deur die dak lek, verlig die pad vorentoe.

The warehouse is dark, but the sunbeams leaking through the roof light the way forward.

Regte en herinneringe lê verspreid soos bros blare in die hoek.

Rights and memories lie scattered like brittle leaves in the corner.

Pieter draai om en staar na 'n ou tafel.

Pieter turns and stares at an old table.

"Hier het ons altyd Ouma se verhale geluister.

"Here we always listened to Grandma’s stories."

"'N ou kra kraak en 'n balk begin sak.

An old crow caws and a beam starts to sag.

Net betyds druk Johan Pieter uit die pad.

Just in time, Johan pushes Pieter out of the way.

Die drie werk haastig saam om die balk van Pieter se bene af te kry.

The three work hastily together to get the beam off Pieter's legs.

In hul gesamentlike pogings lê 'n oomblik van meer as net oorlewing – dit is een van erkenning en herstel.

In their combined efforts lies a moment of more than just survival – it is one of acknowledgment and healing.

Hulle kry die medaljon vasgeklamp tussen die planke.

They find the medallion wedged between the planks.

Dit glinster ondanks die stof.

It glistens despite the dust.

As Pieter dit optel, voel hy die gewig van hul gesamentlike verlede, maar ook die moontlikhede van 'n toekoms.

As Pieter picks it up, he feels the weight of their shared past, but also the possibilities of a future.

"Ons het haar liefde en die lesse," sê Pieter stadig.

"We have her love and the lessons," Pieter says slowly.

"Ons het mekaar.

"We have each other."

"Die gesin stap na buite, hul hande gevat.

The family steps outside, their hands clasped.

Die medaljon is slegs 'n simbool.

The medallion is merely a symbol.

Die ware erfenis lê in die liefde en ondersteuning tussen hulle – 'n lewende, asemrowende erfenis wat nooit vergaan nie.

The real legacy lies in the love and support between them – a living, breathtaking inheritance that never fades.

Die ou pakhuis mag ruïne wees, maar onder die somerson, aan die begin van 'n nuwe dag, vrees die gesin nie meer die toekoms nie.

The old warehouse may be a ruin, but under the summer sun, at the start of a new day, the family no longer fears the future.

Hulle het mekaar gevind.

They have found each other.

En dit is hul ware erfporsie.

And that is their true inheritance.