Varmen fra kaminen spredte sig langsomt i rummet.

The warmth from the fireplace slowly spread through the room.

Udenfor dansede de små snefnug lydløst i vinden.

Outside, the small snowflakes danced silently in the wind.

Indenfor, i en lille hyggelig tebutik ved Nyhavn Kanal, samlede Lars, Freja og Nicoline sig omkring et bord.

Inside, in a small cozy tea shop by Nyhavn Canal, Lars, Freja, and Nicoline gathered around a table.

De store vinduer indrammede udsigten til de snedækkede gader, de farverige kanalhuse, som de altid havde elsket.

The large windows framed the view of the snow-covered streets and the colorful canal houses, which they had always loved.

Lars kiggede på sine søstre.

Lars looked at his sisters.

Varmen fra teen opmuntrede ham til at finde ordene, som han ellers havde haft svært ved at finde.

The warmth from the tea encouraged him to find the words that he had otherwise struggled to find.

"Far elskede dette sted," begyndte han, mens han rakte ud efter sin kop.

"Dad loved this place," he began, as he reached for his cup.

"Jeg tænkte, vi kunne mindes ham her."

"I thought we could remember him here."

Freja, midterbarnet, krammede sin kop tæt og nikkede.

Freja, the middle child, hugged her cup close and nodded.

Hun havde mistet flere tårer, end hun kunne tælle, siden deres far var gået bort.

She had shed more tears than she could count since their father had passed away.

Nicoline, den yngste, sad stille, hendes øjne betragtede dampen der steg op fra hendes kop, som om den kunne indeholde de svar, hun så desperat søgte.

Nicoline, the youngest, sat quietly, her eyes observing the steam rising from her cup, as if it could hold the answers she so desperately sought.

"Jeg ved, vi sørger forskelligt," fortsatte Lars forsigtigt.

"I know we grieve differently," Lars continued cautiously.

"Men jeg vil have, at vi som familie støtter hinanden."

"But I want us, as a family, to support each other."

Freja rystede på hovedet, tårerne truede igen.

Freja shook her head, her tears threatening again.

"Jeg har følt skyld, Lars," sagde hun stille.

"I've felt guilty, Lars," she said quietly.

"Jeg nåede aldrig at fortælle ham, hvor meget jeg elskede ham."

"I never got to tell him how much I loved him."

Nicoline så op.

Nicoline looked up.

Hendes øjne, store og lidt bange, mødte Frejas.

Her eyes, large and a little scared, met Freja's.

"Jeg er bange for at miste jer også," sagde hun stille.

"I'm afraid of losing you too," she said softly.

"Efter far forsvandt, føles alt bare...

"After Dad disappeared, everything just feels...

løsrevet."

disjointed."

Lars satte sin kop ned og strakte sig over bordet for at tage Nicolines hånd.

Lars put his cup down and reached across the table to take Nicoline's hand.

"Vi er stadig her," sagde han med rolig stemme.

"We're still here," he said in a calm voice.

"Og vi kan tale om alt."

"And we can talk about anything."

Freja tog en dyb indånding.

Freja took a deep breath.

"Jeg har brug for jer begge," sagde hun.

"I need both of you," she said.

"Jeg er klar til at lytte og tale."

"I'm ready to listen and talk."

Snefnuggene udenfor blev mere stille, som om verden lyttede med.

The snowflakes outside became quieter, as if the world was listening.

Lars mærkede en tung vægt løfte fra sine skuldre.

Lars felt a heavy weight lift from his shoulders.

Her, midt i de varme træskiver og under de bløde lysstråler, fandt de tre søskende noget, der mindede om fred.

Here, amidst the warm wooden planks and under the soft light beams, the three siblings found something resembling peace.

De talte om mindet om deres far.

They talked about the memories of their father.

Hans latter, hans visdom, og de små ting, han havde gjort til hverdag.

His laughter, his wisdom, and the little things he did every day.

De begyndte at smile gennem tårerne.

They began to smile through their tears.

Deres forskellige måder at huske og sørge forvandlede sig til tråde, der siksakkede sig over bordet og bandt dem tættere sammen.

Their different ways of remembering and grieving transformed into threads that zigzagged across the table, binding them closer together.

Da de forlod tebutikken den aften, gik de ud i den kolde vinterluft som en stærkere familie.

When they left the tea shop that evening, they stepped into the cold winter air as a stronger family.

Lars vidste, at de aldrig ville miste det bånd, deres far havde elsket så meget.

Lars knew that they would never lose the bond their father had loved so much.

Det nye år bragte dem perspektiver på deres tab og en forståelse for hinandens styrker.

The new year brought them perspectives on their loss and an understanding of each other's strengths.

I steder hvor sneen stillede det hele, fandt de en ny begyndelse i det gamle tehus ved Nyhavn.

In places where the snow quieted everything, they found a new beginning in the old tea house by Nyhavn.