Pärnu rand oli talvel vaikne ja rahulik.

Pärnu beach was quiet and peaceful in the winter.

Lumekihiga kaetud liiv sädeleva lumega justkui peitis ja embas kallast.

The sand, covered with a layer of snow, seemed to hide and embrace the shore with glistening snow.

Tormituulte asemel laksusid lainete nõrgad hood vastu jäässe muutunud ranna serva.

Instead of storm winds, gentle waves lapped against the frozen edge of the beach.

Männitüved neid väheseid, mis rannal seisisid, kiikusid õrnalt külma tuule käes.

The trunks of the few pines standing on the shore swayed gently in the cold wind.

Õhus tunti vaikuse ilu ja rahu, justkui oodates midagi erilist.

There was a sense in the air of the beauty and peace of silence, as if waiting for something special.

Tänane päev oli eriline Ene ja Tõnu jaoks.

Today was a special day for Ene and Tõnu.

Nad olid Pärnus, et leinata oma ema, kes oli hiljuti lahkunud.

They were in Pärnu to mourn their mother, who had recently passed away.

Ene oli vanem õde, alati korralik ja kindel, hüplik omaenese tunnetega.

Ene was the older sister, always proper and steady, yet volatile with her own emotions.

Tõnu oli noorem vend, kes igatses ühenduse järele ja soovis hoida oma ema mälestust elavana.

Tõnu was the younger brother, longing for connection and wanting to keep their mother's memory alive.

"Ene, kas sa mäletad, kui me siin väiksena mängisime?"

"Ene, do you remember when we played here as kids?"

küsis Tõnu, seistes ranna ääres ja vaadates merd.

asked Tõnu, standing at the edge of the beach and looking at the sea.

Ta nägu oli kurb, kuid silmis helkis igatsus ja soojus.

His face was sad, but there was longing and warmth in his eyes.

"Jah, Tõnu, ma mäletan," vastas Ene ja püüdles naeratust.

"Yes, Tõnu, I remember," replied Ene, striving for a smile.

Ta silmad vaatasid merre, kuid mõtted olid täis muresid - kuidas korraldada matuseid, kuidas hoolitseda isa eest.

Her eyes gazed at the sea, but her thoughts were full of worries - how to organize the funeral, how to take care of their father.

"Mäletad, kuidas ema alati meiega liivakooke tegi?

"Remember how mom always made sandcakes with us?

Tal oli see vana metallvorm..." Tõnu naeris õrnalt.

She had that old metal mold…” Tõnu laughed softly.

Ene puhkes naerma.

Ene burst out laughing.

"Ja ta ütles alati, et see oli tema tuttava kingitus, mingilt Pärnu laadalt ostetud!"

"And she always said it was a gift from a friend, bought from some Pärnu fair!"

Neil hetkedel tundus aeg peatavat, justkui maailm tühi muust kui neist kahest.

In those moments, time seemed to pause, as if the world was empty of everything but the two of them.

Õhtu saabus vaikselt ja nad otsustasid jalutada mööda randa.

Evening fell quietly, and they decided to walk along the beach.

Lumehelbed langesid vaikides, ja Ene tundis midagi, mida oli ammu allasurunud.

Snowflakes fell silently, and Ene felt something she had long suppressed.

"Sa tead, et sa hoiad hästi meie ema mälestust elus, Tõnu," ütles Ene lõpuks.

"You know, you keep mom's memory alive well, Tõnu," Ene finally said.

Tõnu noogutas.

Tõnu nodded.

"Aga sina hoiad kindlalt kogu olukorra.

"But you keep the whole situation under control.

Meil on mõlemat vaja."

We need both."

Nad peatusid korraks, vaatasid teineteisele otsa ja tundsid ühtset rahu.

They stopped for a moment, looked into each other's eyes, and felt a shared peace.

See oli see hetk, mil nad mõistsid - mõlemal oli õigus ja mõlema viisid olid olulised.

It was at that moment they realized - both were right, and both approaches were important.

Ene hakkas veidi rohkem rääkima oma tunnetest ja Tõnu hakkas paremini mõistma praktiliste asjade tähtsust leinas.

Ene began to talk a little more about her feelings, and Tõnu started to better understand the importance of practical matters in grief.

Hoolimata tormidest ootasid nad ees selgemad päevad, nagu meri, mis nende jalge ees ulatus silmapiirini.

Despite the storms, clearer days awaited them, like the sea stretching to the horizon before their feet.

Pärnu rand nägi neid uuesti, armastust ja kaotust kandes oma vaiksel ja lumisel rannikul.

Pärnu beach saw them once again, carrying love and loss on its silent and snowy shore.