Tallinna Lennusadama muuseumis säras hilissuve päike läbi suurte akende.

In the Tallinn Seaplane Harbour Museum, the late summer sun shone through the large windows.

Kolm sõpra, Kertu, Sander ja Maarja, olid just lõpetanud eksponaatide vaatlemise.

Three friends, Kertu, Sander, and Maarja, had just finished observing the exhibits.

Lennukad ja laevad, vanad fotod ja mereajalugu — nende päev oli olnud teadmisi täis.

Airplanes and ships, old photos and maritime history—their day had been full of knowledge.

Nüüd toimetasid nad muuseumi suveniiripoes.

Now they were browsing the museum's souvenir shop.

Poest õhkus lõbusaid hääli ja rahvahulga suminat.

The shop was filled with cheerful sounds and the buzz of a crowd.

Sander vaatas kella.

Sander checked the time.

Ta oli kärsitu.

He was impatient.

"Me peame varsti minema," märkis ta.

"We need to go soon," he noted.

Kuid Kertu mõtted olid mujal.

But Kertu's thoughts were elsewhere.

Ta meenutas lapsepõlves, kui vanaisa teda muuseumisse tõi.

She remembered when her grandfather brought her to the museum in her childhood.

Need olid erilised päevad ja vanaisa juttudele mõeldes täitus tema süda soe nostalgiaga.

Those were special days, and thinking of her grandfather's stories filled her heart with warm nostalgia.

Ta tahtis leida suveniiri, mis neid mälestusi värskendaks.

She wanted to find a souvenir that would refresh those memories.

Kertu kummardus laudade kohale, uudistades suveniiride meri.

Kertu leaned over the tables, exploring the sea of souvenirs.

Tavalised t-särgid ja postkaardid ei kõnetanud teda.

Ordinary t-shirts and postcards didn’t speak to her.

Maarja oli abivalmis ja pakkus välja erinevaid asju.

Maarja was helpful and suggested various items.

"Vaata seda, Kertu!

"Look at this, Kertu!

Kena keraamiline tass."

A nice ceramic mug."

Kertu raputas pead.

Kertu shook her head.

"See pole see," lausus ta tasa.

"That's not it," she said softly.

Ta teadis, mida otsis, aga ei leidnud seda.

She knew what she was looking for, but couldn’t find it.

"Kas me võiksime lahkuda?"

"Could we leave?"

küsis Sander veidi kärsitult.

Sander asked, slightly impatient.

Kuid Kertu otsustas Sandri kärsitust mitte tähele panna ja jätkas otsimist.

But Kertu chose to ignore Sander's impatience and continued searching.

Varsti juhtus ta silmad midagi erilist märkama.

Soon, her eyes caught something special.

Kõrgel riiulil, poolpeidus, seisis väike käsitsi valmistatud puulaevuke.

High on a shelf, half-hidden, stood a small handmade wooden ship.

Laevuke meenutas talle täpselt vanaisa laevamudelit.

The ship reminded her exactly of her grandfather's model ship.

Südames süttis äratundmine.

Recognition sparked in her heart.

"See on see!"

"This is it!"

hüüdis Kertu vaikselt.

Kertu exclaimed quietly.

Maarja naeratas.

Maarja smiled.

"See on tõesti tore.

"It’s really nice.

See meenutab su vanaisa."

It reminds me of your grandfather."

Sander, kes alguses seda ei mõistnud, nägi Kertu rõõmsat ilmet ja noogutas.

Sander, who hadn't initially understood, saw Kertu's joyful expression and nodded.

"Jah, see on hea valik."

"Yes, that's a good choice."

Kertu ostis laevukese, tundes rõõmu südames.

Kertu bought the little ship, feeling a joy in her heart.

See väike puulaev tõi vanaema mälestused elavalt tagasi ja sulges ühe peatüki tema elus.

This small wooden ship vividly brought back memories of her grandfather and closed a chapter in her life.

Sander, nähes Kertu õnnelikku nägu, õppis, kui oluline on mõista teiste emotsioonide tähendust.

Sander, seeing Kertu's happy face, learned the importance of understanding the meaning behind others' emotions.

Nad lahkusid muuseumist, Kertu käes väike laevuke, mis kandis edasi omaaegseid lugusid ja mälestusi.

They left the museum, with Kertu holding the little ship that carried stories and memories from the past.

Hilissuve päike soojendas neid õrnalt, kui nad suundusid edasi oma päeva uutele seiklustele.

The late summer sun gently warmed them as they moved on to new adventures in their day.

Kertu tundis rahu ja tänulikkust.

Kertu felt peace and gratitude.