Johan stod på toppen af Møns Klint.

Johan stood at the top of Møns Klint.

Han kiggede ud over det dybblå hav.

He looked out over the deep blue sea.

Det var smukt.

It was beautiful.

Men Johan kunne mærke en klump i halsen.

But Johan felt a lump in his throat.

Det var deres første campingtur uden far.

It was their first camping trip without Dad.

Far elskede Møns Klint.

Dad loved Møns Klint.

De hvide klipper og det klare vand mindede dem altid om sommerferierne.

The white cliffs and clear water always reminded them of summer vacations.

Johan savnede far.

Johan missed Dad.

Men han vidste, at han skulle være stærk for Liv.

But he knew he had to be strong for Liv.

Liv kom løbende hen til ham.

Liv came running over to him.

Hun havde en blomsterkrans i håret.

She had a flower crown in her hair.

"Johan, se!

"Johan, look!

Jeg har lavet den ligesom far viste mig," sagde hun.

I made it just like Dad showed me," she said.

Hun smilede stort, men hendes øjne så triste ud.

She smiled broadly, but her eyes looked sad.

Johan tog en dyb indånding.

Johan took a deep breath.

Han ville gøre denne tur speciel for hende.

He wanted to make this trip special for her.

Han ønskede at gøre far stolt.

He wanted to make Dad proud.

De satte teltet op midt i skoven.

They set up the tent in the middle of the forest.

Johan prøvede at huske, hvordan far altid gjorde det.

Johan tried to remember how Dad always did it.

Liv forsøgte at hjælpe, men hun blev let distraheret af fuglene og sommerfuglene omkring dem.

Liv tried to help, but she was easily distracted by the birds and butterflies around them.

"Kan du huske, da far fangede den store sommerfugl og satte den fri igen?"

"Do you remember when Dad caught that big butterfly and then set it free?"

spurgte Liv og grinede.

Liv asked, laughing.

Johan nikkede.

Johan nodded.

"Ja, han sagde, at man skal lade tingene være frie."

"Yes, he said you should let things be free."

Han følte en tåre presse sig på, men han vidste, han måtte være stærk.

He felt a tear starting to form, but he knew he had to be strong.

De tilbragte dagen med at vandre og samle muslingeskaller på stranden.

They spent the day hiking and collecting seashells on the beach.

Liv lo og løb rundt, og Johan kunne næsten glemme sorgen et øjeblik.

Liv laughed and ran around, and Johan could almost forget the sorrow for a moment.

Men pludselig ændrede himlen sig.

But suddenly, the sky changed.

Mørke skyer samlede sig hurtigt.

Dark clouds gathered quickly.

Torden brølede i det fjerne.

Thunder roared in the distance.

Liv greb Johans hånd, hendes øjne store af frygt.

Liv grabbed Johan's hand, her eyes wide with fear.

"Johan, hvad gør vi?"

"Johan, what do we do?"

spurgte hun.

she asked.

Johan kiggede rundt.

Johan looked around.

Teltet var for langt væk.

The tent was too far away.

Han tog en beslutning.

He made a decision.

"Kom, Liv.

"Come, Liv.

Vi finder læ."

We’ll find shelter."

De løb mod en lille hule i klippen, som de havde set tidligere på dagen.

They ran toward a small cave in the cliff they had seen earlier that day.

Regnen begyndte at falde kraftigt, men de nåede ind i hulen.

The rain began to pour heavily, but they made it into the cave.

Liv rystede, både af kulde og lidt af frygt, men Johan holdt hende tæt.

Liv shivered, partly from the cold and partly from fear, but Johan held her close.

"Kan du huske, da far fortalte os om hulemandsdagene?"

"Do you remember when Dad told us about the caveman days?"

spurgte Johan og forsøgte at lette stemningen.

Johan asked, trying to lighten the mood.

Liv nikkede og begyndte at smile.

Liv nodded and started to smile.

"Ja, han sagde, at vi skulle tænde bål og lave historier."

"Yes, he said we should start a fire and make up stories."

De begyndte at fortælle historier, minder om deres far.

They began telling stories, memories of their dad.

De grinede af hans sjove jokes og mærkelige danse.

They laughed about his funny jokes and strange dances.

Regnen trommede udenfor, men inde i hulen var der varme i deres minder og grin.

The rain pounded outside, but inside the cave, there was warmth in their memories and laughter.

Johan følte en vægt løfte sig fra hans hjerte.

Johan felt a weight lift from his heart.

Da regnen aftog, kiggede Johan ud.

When the rain let up, Johan looked out.

Solen bryd igennem skyerne, og himlen fyldtes igen med lys.

The sun broke through the clouds, and the sky filled with light again.

"Se, Liv.

"Look, Liv.

Regnen har vasket verden ren," sagde han.

The rain has washed the world clean," he said.

Liv krammede Johan.

Liv hugged Johan.

"Tak, Johan.

"Thank you, Johan.

Dette var den bedste tur nogensinde," sagde hun.

This was the best trip ever," she said.

Johan smilede til hende.

Johan smiled at her.

Han havde lært noget vigtigt.

He had learned something important.

Minderne om far behøvede ikke kun at være smertefulde.

Memories of Dad didn’t only have to be painful.

De kunne også bringe glæde.

They could also bring joy.

Idet de gik tilbage mod teltet, følte Johan sig tættere på Liv end nogensinde før.

As they walked back toward the tent, Johan felt closer to Liv than ever before.

Han vidste, at de ville klare det sammen, med minderne om far som deres styrke.

He knew they would get through it together, with memories of Dad as their strength.