Inne i en liten, ljus lägenhet i hjärtat av Stockholm vibrerade luften av spänning.

Inside a small, bright apartment in the heart of Stockholm, the air was vibrating with excitement.

Sofia och Lars satt på golvet, omringade av splitt nya IKEA-lådor.

Sofia and Lars sat on the floor, surrounded by brand new IKEA boxes.

De slätade ut ett stort ark vitt papper på golvet.

They smoothed out a large sheet of white paper on the floor.

Men pappret var tomt.

But the paper was blank.

Inga instruktioner.

No instructions.

Bara ett blankt ark.

Just a blank sheet.

Sofia och Lars tittade på varandra.

Sofia and Lars looked at each other.

De lekte med varandras händer och skrattade.

They played with each other's hands and laughed.

Vad ska de göra nu?

What should they do now?

De hade ingen aning om hur man sätter ihop dessa möbler.

They had no idea how to put together these furniture pieces.

Men de var inte rädda för att försöka.

But they were not afraid to try.

Lars öppnade den första lådan.

Lars opened the first box.

Det var fullt med träbitar och skruvar.

It was full of wooden pieces and screws.

Sofia hittade skruvmejseln.

Sofia found the screwdriver.

De började arbeta, men det var svårt.

They started working, but it was difficult.

De satte ihop bitar, men de passade inte.

They put pieces together, but they didn't fit.

De skruvade skruvar, men de var för stora.

They screwed screws, but they were too big.

De gjorde fel många gånger.

They made mistakes many times.

Men de skrattade bara och försökte igen.

But they just laughed and tried again.

Dagar blev till veckor.

Days turned into weeks.

Sofia och Lars arbetade hårt varje dag.

Sofia and Lars worked hard every day.

De blev trötta och frustrerade, men de gav aldrig upp.

They became tired and frustrated, but they never gave up.

Sakta men säkert började möblerna att ta form.

Slowly but surely, the furniture started to take shape.

De var inte perfekta, men de var deras.

They weren't perfect, but they were theirs.

Och för Sofia och Lars, det var allt som betydde något.

And for Sofia and Lars, that was all that mattered.

Till slut stod möblerna där, i mitten av lägenheten.

In the end, the furniture stood there, in the middle of the apartment.

En soffa, ett bord, två stolar.

A sofa, a table, two chairs.

De var vackra.

They were beautiful.

De var inte perfekta, men de var Sofia och Lars.

They weren't perfect, but they were Sofia and Lars.

De hade skapat något tillsammans, trots allt motstånd.

They had created something together, despite all the resistance.

De hade löst sitt problem utan instruktioner.

They had solved their problem without instructions.

De hade hittat sin egen väg.

They had found their own way.

Sofia och Lars kollade på varandra med ett leende på läpparna.

Sofia and Lars looked at each other with a smile on their lips.

De satte sig ner på sin nya soffa, nära varandra.

They sat down on their new sofa, close to each other.

De visste att de hade gjort allt detta tillsammans.

They knew they had done all this together.

De tittade på sina möbler och kände stolthet.

They looked at their furniture and felt pride.

"Vi gjorde det," viskade Sofia.

"We did it," whispered Sofia.

Lars nickade instämmande.

Lars nodded in agreement.

Och det var då de förstod.

And that was when they understood.

De behövde inte instruktioner.

They didn't need instructions.

De behövde bara varandra.

They just needed each other.

Och i den lilla, ljusa lägenheten i hjärtat av Stockholm, bar deras skratt genom natten.

And in the small, bright apartment in the heart of Stockholm, their laughter carried through the night.