Frogner Parkens trær skinte i alle høstens farger.

The trees in Frogner Parken shone in all the colors of autumn.

Løvet var gyllent og rødt, luften var frisk.

The foliage was golden and red, the air was fresh.

I dag skulle Sigrid treffe sin bror Emil, etter mange år fra hverandre.

Today Sigrid was going to meet her brother Emil, after many years apart.

De pleide å leke her som barn, løpe langs de brede gangstiene, se på Vigelands skulpturer.

They used to play here as children, running along the wide pathways, looking at Vigeland's sculptures.

Sigrid sto ved en av parkens kjente skulpturer og ventet.

Sigrid stood by one of the park's famous sculptures and waited.

Hun var nervøs.

She was nervous.

Hun visste at Emil hadde forandret seg.

She knew that Emil had changed.

Han hadde reist rundt i verden, levd et liv fylt med eventyr og frihet.

He had traveled around the world, lived a life filled with adventure and freedom.

Nå var han en annen enn gutten hun husket.

Now he was different from the boy she remembered.

Hun trakk pusten dypt og så Emil komme gående mot henne.

She took a deep breath and saw Emil walking toward her.

Emil hadde samme smil, men øynene så mer voksne ut.

Emil had the same smile, but his eyes looked more mature.

"Hei, Sigrid," sa han.

"Hi, Sigrid," he said.

Stemmen hans var varm, men han holdt litt avstand.

His voice was warm, but he kept a bit of distance.

"Hei, Emil," svarte Sigrid og ga ham en klem.

"Hi, Emil," replied Sigrid and gave him a hug.

De begynte å gå langs alléen.

They began to walk along the avenue.

Sigrid snakket om familien hjemme.

Sigrid talked about the family at home.

Hun fortalte om den kommende samlingen hun håpet han ville delta på.

She mentioned the upcoming gathering she hoped he would attend.

Emil nølte, stanset og så på skulpturene.

Emil hesitated, stopped, and looked at the sculptures.

"Hva hvis jeg ikke passer inn lenger?" spurte han lavt.

"What if I don't fit in anymore?" he asked softly.

Det var først da Sigrid forsto hvor usikker han var.

It was then that Sigrid realized how uncertain he was.

De stoppet ved Sinnataggen, en skulptur som alltid hadde fått dem til å le da de små.

They stopped at Sinnataggen, a sculpture that had always made them laugh as kids.

Sigrid smilte, "Husker du da vi løp rundt her og lekte at vi var skulpturene?"

Sigrid smiled, "Remember when we ran around here pretending to be the sculptures?"

Emil lo. En ekte latter som fikk ham til å slappe av.

Emil laughed, a genuine laugh that helped him relax.

"Ja, det var fine tider," sa han.

"Yes, those were good times," he said.

Sigrid tok en sjanse.

Sigrid took a chance.

"Ting har forandret seg, men familien vår elsker deg for den du er, alltid," sa hun rolig.

"Things have changed, but our family loves you for who you are, always," she said calmly.

Emil sukket og så henne inn i øynene.

Emil sighed and looked her in the eyes.

Han visste at hun hadde rett.

He knew she was right.

Kvelden begynte å senke seg over parken.

The evening began to descend over the park.

"Jeg har savnet dette, savnet deg," innrømmet Emil.

"I've missed this, missed you," admitted Emil.

Sigrid rørte ved armen hans.

Sigrid touched his arm.

"Jeg har savnet deg også, bror," sa hun mildt.

"I've missed you too, brother," she said gently.

De bestemte seg for å sette seg ned på en benk.

They decided to sit on a bench.

De pratet om gamle minner, lo og delte historier fra de siste årene.

They talked about old memories, laughed, and shared stories from the past years.

Den kjølige luften brakte dem nærmere.

The cool air brought them closer.

Da de reiste seg for å gå, sa Emil, "Jeg kommer til samlingen.

When they stood up to leave, Emil said, "I'll come to the gathering.

Du har rett, det er på tide." Han smilte, og det fylte Sigrid med glede.

You're right, it's time." He smiled, and it filled Sigrid with joy.

Sigrid og Emil gikk ut av parken.

Sigrid and Emil walked out of the park.

De følte seg nærmere enn før.

They felt closer than before.

Med høstløvet som falt rundt dem, visste de at familien alltid ville være et sted de kunne vende tilbake til.

With the autumn leaves falling around them, they knew that family would always be a place they could return to.

De hadde forstått hverandre bedre, og Sigrid hadde lært å gi Emil rom til å være seg selv.

They had understood each other better, and Sigrid had learned to give Emil space to be himself.

Samtidig hadde Emil funnet motet til å bidra til fellesskapet i familien igjen.

At the same time, Emil had found the courage to contribute to the family's community again.