Laine kõndis aeglaselt läbi Tallinna vanalinna turu, süda hõõgumas nostalgilistest mälestustest.

Laine walked slowly through the old town market of Tallinn, her heart glowing with nostalgic memories.

Suvine päike paistis soojalt, valgustades kirevaid turulette, mis olid täis värskeid puu- ja köögivilju.

The summer sun shone warmly, illuminating the colorful market stalls filled with fresh fruits and vegetables.

Tallinnas elades tundis Laine end kodus, kuid paljud aastad välismaal olid teinud oma töö.

While living in Tallinn, Laine always felt at home, but many years abroad had left their mark.

Ta seisis ühe rohelise tentiga leti ees ja tundis end natuke kohmetuna.

She stood in front of a stall with a green tent, feeling a bit awkward.

Laine meenutas oma vanaema, kes suviti alati turult parima kauba tõi.

Laine recalled her grandmother, who always brought the best produce from the market in the summer.

Täna tahtis ta proovida teha vanaema traditsioonilist suvesuppi – herne- ja kartulisuppi.

Today, she wanted to try making her grandmother's traditional summer soup – pea and potato soup.

Kuid Laine polnud kindel, kuidas kõige paremaid herneid ja kartuleid valida.

But Laine wasn't sure how to choose the best peas and potatoes.

Ta vaatas letti, täis erinevaid sorte ja suuruseid.

She looked at the stall, full of different varieties and sizes.

“Mida ma peaksin valima?” mõtles Laine, käsi kõhklevalt üle herneste tõmmates.

“What should I choose?” thought Laine, her hand hovering uncertainly over the peas.

Ta teadis, et peaks küsima nõu, aga kartis oma nõrgalt kõnevõimet.

She knew she should ask for advice, but she was afraid of her weak language skills.

Läheduses seisis üks vanem müüja, kes pakkus naeratades uut klienti aitama.

Nearby stood an older vendor, who smiled and offered to help the new customer.

“Kuidas ma saan aidata, kallis?” küsis müüja sõbralikult.

“How can I help you, dear?” the vendor asked kindly.

Laine sügavalt hingas ja otsustas riskida.

Laine took a deep breath and decided to take a risk.

“Ma otsin herneid... kõige värskemaid,” ütles ta aeglaselt, kartes teha vigu.

“I’m looking for peas... the freshest ones,” she said slowly, afraid of making mistakes.

Müüja naeratas laialt ja viipas käega.

The vendor smiled broadly and waved his hand.

“Need herned on täna korjatud,” ütles ta uhkusega.

“These peas were picked today,” he said proudly.

“Parimad, mida leiad.

“The best you will find.

Ja need kartulid... ideaalne suvesupi jaoks.” Laine tundis, kuidas pinge hajub.

And these potatoes... perfect for summer soup.” Laine felt the tension fade away.

Vestlus oli olnud lihtne ja lahke.

The conversation had been simple and kind.

Ta võttis müüjalt vastu herned ja kartulid ning lisas ka veidi tilli ja porgandeid.

She took the peas and potatoes from the vendor and added some dill and carrots.

Müüja pakkus isegi retsepti salajast koostisosa – natuke värsket murulauku.

The vendor even offered a recipe's secret ingredient – a bit of fresh chives.

“Proovi seda,” soovitas müüja.

“Try this,” suggested the vendor.

“See annab supile erilise maitse.” Laine tänas teda soojalt ja jätkas ostlemist uue enesekindlusega.

“It gives the soup a special flavor.” Laine thanked him warmly and continued shopping with newfound confidence.

Turumelu ümberringi tundus nüüd vähem hirmutav ja rohkem kutsuv.

The market bustle around her now seemed less intimidating and more inviting.

Ta tundis, et on astunud sammu lähemale oma kultuurile ja juurtele.

She felt like she had taken a step closer to her culture and roots.

Koju minnes Laine valmistus suure rõõmuga vanaemalt õpitud retsepti järgi.

At home, Laine happily prepared the soup using her grandmother’s recipe.

Kui supp lõpuks valmis sai, oli see just nii maitsev, kui ta lootis.

When the soup was finally ready, it was just as delicious as she had hoped.

Ta istus oma köögilaua taga, vaatas imajat roogi ja tundis, kuidas vanaema vaim oli temaga.

She sat at her kitchen table, gazing at the steaming dish and felt her grandmother's spirit with her.

Laine lubas endale, et jätkab oma kodumaa traditsioonide õppimist ja eesti keeles suhtlemist.

Laine promised herself she would continue learning about her homeland’s traditions and communicating in Estonian.

Tal oli tunne, et on tagasi jõudnud, ja südames jäi see soojus kauaks kestma.

She felt she had returned, and the warmth in her heart would last a long time.

Nii lõppes Laine päev turul, mitte ainult toidukorv täis, vaid ka südames rõõmus tolles uuestisündinud sidemes oma esivanematega.

Thus ended Laine's day at the market, not only with a full basket of food but also with a joyful heart in that newly revived connection with her ancestors.