Bladene fra træerne dansede langs den brostensbelagte gade, mens vinden legede med dem.

The leaves from the trees danced along the cobblestone street as the wind played with them.

Gilleleje Havns både klukkede blidt mod molen.

The boats at Gilleleje Harbor gently clucked against the quay.

Der, ved kanten af byen, stod et gammelt hus med blå vinduesrammer.

There, at the edge of the town, stood an old house with blue window frames.

Lars og Annika stod foran huset.

Lars and Annika stood in front of the house.

De var kommet for at finde en løsning efter deres bedstemors død.

They had come to find a solution after their grandmother's death.

"Annika, vi bør sælge huset.

"Annika, we should sell the house.

Det er gammelt og kræver for meget vedligeholdelse," sagde Lars.

It's old and requires too much maintenance," said Lars.

Han kiggede op på det skæve tag.

He looked up at the crooked roof.

"Nej, Lars.

"No, Lars.

Det er her, vi voksede op.

This is where we grew up.

Det er her, vi lærte at fiske," svarede Annika med et smil, der bar på minder.

It's where we learned to fish," replied Annika with a smile full of memories.

Lars sukkede.

Lars sighed.

Han vidste, at de var her for at hjælpe med familien efter bedstemors død, men ansvaret føltes tungt.

He knew they were here to help the family after their grandmother's death, but the responsibility felt heavy.

Annika kiggede på huset med kærlige øjne og tænkte på alle de gange, de havde fejret Halloween her.

Annika looked at the house with loving eyes, thinking about all the times they had celebrated Halloween here.

"Jeg arrangerer en lille Halloween-hyldest," sagde hun bestemt.

"I'm organizing a small Halloween tribute," she said resolutely.

"Det vil minde folk om bedstemor."

"It will remind people of grandma."

Lars rystede på hovedet.

Lars shook his head.

Determineret som Annika var, gik hun i gang med at pynte op.

As determined as Annika was, she began decorating.

Det lille spøgelsesbanner svajede i vinden, og nabolagets børn kom for at hjælpe.

The little ghost banner swayed in the wind, and the neighborhood children came to help.

Mikkel, deres gamle ven, kom forbi.

Mikkel, their old friend, stopped by.

Han bar en kasse med græskar og et stort smil.

He carried a box of pumpkins and a big smile.

"Det her sted betyder noget," sagde Mikkel, mens han rakte Annika et græskar.

"This place means something," said Mikkel, handing Annika a pumpkin.

Om aftenen lyste huset op med lanterner og små stearinlys.

In the evening, the house lit up with lanterns and small candles.

Børnene lo og legede klædt ud som hekse og spøgelser.

The children laughed and played dressed as witches and ghosts.

Lars hjalp med at skære græskar og indså, hvor glad huset kunne gøre folk.

Lars helped carve pumpkins and realized how happy the house could make people.

Men tvivlen nagede stadig.

But doubt still nagged him.

Da festen var i fuld gang, løftede Mikkel glasset og sagde: "Jeg husker, hvordan bedstemor altid havde tid til os alle.

As the party was in full swing, Mikkel raised his glass and said, "I remember how grandma always had time for all of us.

Hendes traditioner bragte os sammen."

Her traditions brought us together."

Lars så rundt.

Lars looked around.

Folk smilede, og han kunne mærke varmen fra de gode minder.

People smiled, and he could feel the warmth from the good memories.

Pludselig indså Lars, at det ikke kun handlede om huset.

Suddenly, Lars realized that it was not just about the house.

Det handlede om de mennesker, der havde betydet noget for ham.

It was about the people who had meant something to him.

De traditioner, der holdt dem sammen.

The traditions that kept them together.

Efter festen gik Lars hen til Annika.

After the party, Lars went to Annika.

"Jeg har tænkt lidt," sagde han stille.

"I've done some thinking," he said quietly.

"Lad os beholde huset.

"Let's keep the house.

I det mindste for nu."

At least for now."

Annika smilede bredt.

Annika smiled broadly.

"Tak, Lars.

"Thank you, Lars.

Jeg ved, det vil være det rigtige."

I know it will be the right thing."

De to stod dér, hånd i hånd, mens vinden stadig legede med de sidste efterårsblade ved Gilleleje Havn.

The two stood there, hand in hand, while the wind continued to play with the last autumn leaves at Gilleleje Harbor.

Deres beslutning havde bragt dem tættere på hinanden, og de følte begge bedstemorens tilstedeværelse i blæsten.

Their decision had brought them closer to each other, and they both felt their grandmother's presence in the breeze.