Saaremaa rannas, talvine päikeseloojang maalib taeva oranziks ja lillaks.

On the beach of Saaremaa, a winter sunset paints the sky orange and purple.

Tuul on jäine, kuid lõkke soojus toob kogunenud perele hubasust.

The wind is icy, but the warmth of the bonfire brings coziness to the gathered family.

Täna tähistatakse mitteametlikult Eesti Vabariigi aastapäeva.

Today, the unofficial celebration of Eesti Vabariigi aastapäev takes place.

Kalev, pere vanim vend, seisab lõkke ääres.

Kalev, the oldest brother in the family, stands by the fire.

Tema pilk libiseb Maarjale, tema unistavale nooremale õele.

His gaze slips to Maarja, his dreamy younger sister.

Maarja tundub hajevil – on selge, et midagi vaevab teda.

Maarja seems distracted – it is clear that something is troubling her.

Kalevil on plaan hoida täna õhtu rahulik ja täis traditsioone.

Kalev plans to keep the evening calm and full of tradition.

Ta soovib, et Maarja räägiks oma muredest, kuid ei taha häirida pidulikku meeleolu.

He wishes for Maarja to talk about her worries but doesn't want to disturb the festive atmosphere.

"Räägime lugusid," pakub Kalev naeratades.

"Let's tell stories," suggests Kalev with a smile.

Reena, nende tädi tütar, kes on traditsioonide suhtes skeptiline, kerkib esile: "Miks?

Reena, their cousin, who is skeptical about traditions, emerges: "Why?

Miks me teeme alati samu asju?

Why do we always do the same things?

Otsime tõde, mitte lihtsalt jätkame vana rada."

Let's seek the truth, not just continue the old path."

Ja just siis ütleb Maarja endamisi nuuksudes: "Kui ma vaid julgeksin…" Kalev noogutab julgustavalt, kuid ei sunni teda rääkima.

And just then, Maarja says to herself, sobbing: "If only I dared..." Kalev nods encouragingly but doesn't force her to speak.

Päike langeb aina madalamale, meri sosistab salapärases keeles.

The sun falls lower, the sea whispers in a mysterious language.

Maarja tõuseb ja astub lõkke juurde lähemale, kõhklev, kuid otsusekindel.

Maarja rises and steps closer to the bonfire, hesitant but determined.

"Mul on saladus," alustab ta häbelikult.

"I have a secret," she begins shyly.

"See on seotud meie esivanematega.

"It's related to our ancestors.

Meie perekonnal on vana lugu, mida ma siiani ei teadnud.

Our family has an old story that I didn't know until now.

Me uskusime, et ükskord põles siin rannas midagi olulist."

We believed that something important once burned here on this beach."

Ta tõmbab taskust vana medali, mille peal on kummalised märgid.

She pulls out an old medal from her pocket, with strange symbols on it.

Reena muigab ja küsib: "Kas me siis muudame traditsiooni selle saladuse pärast?"

Reena smirks and asks, "So, are we going to change tradition because of this secret?"

Kalev mõtleb hetke.

Kalev thinks for a moment.

Ta tunneb, et perekonna sidemed ja nende ühine lugu on tähtsam kui vana medal.

He feels that family bonds and their shared story are more important than an old medal.

"Meie traditsioonid peavad elama.

"Our traditions must live on.

Muudame neid ja võtame uue loo omaks," ütleb ta kindlalt.

We should change them and embrace a new story," he says firmly.

Maarja hingab kergendunult.

Maarja breathes a sigh of relief.

Tule ääres tunnevad kõik, et on osa millestki suuremast.

By the fire, everyone feels like they are part of something greater.

Oodates, kuni viimane päikesekiir kaob, mõistavad nad, et muutus võib olla uus algus, mitte lõpp.

Waiting for the last ray of sunshine to disappear, they realize that change can be a new beginning, not an end.

Talvine tuul säriseb lõkkes, kuid pere on lõplikult ühendatud uue lugudega, ootamas kevadet ja uusi seiklusi.

The winter wind crackles in the fire, but the family is finally united by new stories, awaiting spring and new adventures.

Kalev naeratab, teades, et nende lugu kestab edasi, ühendades neid läbi aja.

Kalev smiles, knowing their story will continue, connecting them through time.