Die lig breek stadig oor die horizon, kleur die lug in sagte skakerings van pienk en goud.

The light slowly breaks over the horizon, painting the sky in soft shades of pink and gold.

Pieter, sy gesig ernstig, staan op die rotsagtige pad teen Table Mountain.

Pieter, his face serious, stands on the rocky path up Table Mountain.

Sy hart voel swaar, maar ook vol vasberadenheid.

His heart feels heavy, but also full of determination.

Langs hom loop Annelie, haar wenkbroue bekommerd saamgetrek.

Beside him walks Annelie, her eyebrows drawn together in concern.

Sy kyk op na die donker wolke wat begin saampak, en die wind wat deur die gras woel.

She looks up at the dark clouds gathering, and the wind rustling through the grass.

"Ek weet Ouma wou hê ons moet dit vandag doen," sê Annelie, haar stem deur die wind gedra.

"I know Ouma wanted us to do this today," says Annelie, her voice carried by the wind.

"Maar die weer is gevaarlik."

"But the weather is dangerous."

Pieter kyk na sy sussie, daardie liefde en bekommernis in haar oë.

Pieter looks at his sister, the love and worry in her eyes.

"Dis Ouma se wens, Annelie. Die eerste lig van die Nuwe Jaar. Ons kan nie omdraai nie."

"It’s Ouma’s wish, Annelie. The first light of the New Year. We can’t turn back."

Kobus stap agter hulle, sy hande in sy sakke.

Kobus walks behind them, his hands in his pockets.

'n Man met veel meer op sy hart as net simpatie.

A man with much more on his mind than just sympathy.

Hy het 'n geheim wat hy tot nou toe verswyg het.

He has a secret he has kept until now.

Sy oë is op die grond gefokus, elke tree 'n debat met homself.

His eyes are focused on the ground, each step a debate with himself.

Die pad na die top van Table Mountain is nie maklik nie.

The path to the top of Table Mountain is not easy.

Fynbos ritsel om hulle heen, en die klipstapels rondom getuig van die onvoorspelbaarheid van die natuur.

Fynbos rustles around them, and the stone piles testify to the unpredictability of nature.

Die wind waai sterker, en Annelie huiwer.

The wind blows stronger, and Annelie hesitates.

"Pieter," roep sy, haar stem vasberade, al is dit sagter as sy eie twyfel.

"Pieter," she calls, her voice determined, even though it’s softer than her own doubts.

"Ek… ek is bekommerd."

"I… I’m worried."

Pieter skud net sy kop.

Pieter just shakes his head.

"Ek moet dit doen."

"I have to do this."

Kobus stop skielik.

Kobus suddenly stops.

"Wag," sê hy, sy stem ernstig.

"Wait," he says, his voice serious.

Pieter draai om, sy oë fronsend.

Pieter turns, his eyes frowning.

"Ek moet iets vertel. Dit gaan oor Ouma."

"I have to tell you something. It’s about Ouma."

Annelie en Pieter kyk beide na Kobus.

Annelie and Pieter both look at Kobus.

Sy oë is vol onsekerheid, maar ook vasberadenheid.

His eyes are full of uncertainty, but also determination.

"Ouma het my gevra, voor sy gegaan het," begin Kobus stadig, sy stem rou van emosie.

"Ouma asked me, before she went," begins Kobus slowly, his voice raw with emotion.

"Sy het gesê sy wil nie hierheen gebring word nie. Sy het 'n ander wens."

"She said she didn’t want to be brought here. She had another wish."

Pieter staan verstom, sy gedagtes warrel soos die wind om hom.

Pieter stands amazed, his thoughts swirling like the wind around him.

"Maar hoekom het sy my nooit gesê nie?"

"But why did she never tell me?"

Kobus kyk af.

Kobus looks down.

"Sy het gesê dit is om jou te beskerm.

"She said it was to protect you.

Sy wou hê jy moet haar onthou soos sy was.

She wanted you to remember her as she was.

Haar laaste wens was eintlik in die tuin by die huis, tussen haar roosbosse."

Her last wish was actually in the garden at the house, among her rose bushes."

Die stilte wat volg is oorverdowend.

The silence that follows is deafening.

Pieter kyk na die lug, die kleurvolle lug van 'n nuwe jaar wat oor hom uitbrei.

Pieter looks at the sky, the colorful sky of a new year unfolding above him.

Sy hart voel swaar en lig tegelyk.

His heart feels both heavy and light at the same time.

Hy verstaan skielik iets wat hy voorheen nie kon nie - soms is die vind van rus meer belangrik as die plek self.

He suddenly understands something he couldn’t before—sometimes finding peace is more important than the place itself.

Met die eerste strale van die son wat oor die bergtoppe breek, neem hy 'n diep asemteug.

With the first rays of the sun breaking over the mountaintops, he takes a deep breath.

"Kom ons gaan huis toe," sê hy uiteindelik, sy stem kalm.

"Let’s go home," he finally says, his voice calm.

Annelie glimlag, haar gemengde gevoelens versag.

Annelie smiles, her mixed feelings softening.

"Dankie, Kobus," fluister sy, tevrede dat Pieter die belangrikste les geleer het—om jou geliefdes se wense te eerbiedig, beteken soms jy moet jou eie pad buig.

"Thank you, Kobus," she whispers, satisfied that Pieter has learned the most important lesson—to honor your loved ones’ wishes sometimes means bending your own path.

Hulle draai terug, 'n nuwe vasberadenheid in elke tree.

They turn back, a new determination in each step.

Die wind sing 'n nuwe lied, terwyl die lig van die Nuwe Jaar hulle huis toe lei, na waar liefde en herinneringe die sterkste blom.

The wind sings a new song, as the light of the New Year leads them home, to where love and memories bloom strongest.