Sniegs klusi krita virsulesēdamiem kokiem, īstajā Ķemeru Nacionālā parka sirdī.

The snow quietly fell on the tree tops in the heart of Ķemeri National Park.

Tur, starp augstajiem priežu stumbriem, Jānis nosala rokās, kamēr gaidīja savu māsu Ilzi un brāli Mārtiņu.

There, among the tall pine trunks, Jānis grew cold in his hands while waiting for his sister Ilze and brother Mārtiņš.

Viņa elpa veidoja miglas mākoņus gaisā, atgādinot par aukstumu un klusumu, kas nu jau gadu šķīra viņus kā ģimeni.

His breath formed misty clouds in the air, reminding him of the cold and silence that had separated them as a family for a year now.

"Mums tas jādara," viņš domāja, atcerēdamies pēdējo reizi, kad viņi visi kopā šādus brīdžus piedzīvoja.

"We have to do this," he thought, recalling the last time they had experienced such moments together.

Kamēr viņš tā prātoja, Ilze beidzot parādījās, smejoties un kratot sniegu no lāpstas, ar kuru spēlejās kopā ar Mārtiņu, kurš turējās nedaudz atstatus.

As he pondered this, Ilze finally appeared, laughing and shaking snow off a shovel with which she played alongside Mārtiņš, who was standing a bit apart.

"Jāni, tu vienmēr skaties uz lietām tik nopietni," Ilze atzinīgi smaidija, viņas acis uz mirkli pieskaroties Mārtiņa skumjajai sejai.

"Jānis, you always take things so seriously," Ilze acknowledged with a smile, her eyes briefly touching Mārtiņš's sad face.

Jānis nopūtās, viņa balss sausa un nedaudz rūgta: "Ir laiks pārmaiņām, Ilze.

Jānis sighed, his voice dry and somewhat bitter, "It's time for a change, Ilze.

Mums visiem jāatceras, kāda ir ģimenes atbalstošā vērtība."

We all need to remember the support that family provides."

Viņi sāk gājienu dziļāk mežā.

They started their journey deeper into the forest.

Katra soļa laikā sirds sitās pa to pašu ritmu, pametoties pēc sniega pārklāto taku.

With each step, their hearts beat to the same rhythm, following the snow-covered path.

Mārtiņš joprojām klusēja, acis metēja skati sniegotajās ainavās.

Mārtiņš remained silent, his gaze cast upon the snowy landscapes.

Kad mežs kļuva vēl biezāks un turpmāka gaita šķita bezgalīga, sāka šķilst argumenti.

As the forest grew thicker and the path seemed endless, arguments began to emerge.

Mārtiņš, kurākas brīžam bija sajutis Jāņa pārāk uzmācīgo centienu, beidzot izteica savu sirds sāpi: "Tu vēlies, lai mēs dzīvojam vienā pagātnes mākonī, bet es vēlos kaut ko vairāk."

Mārtiņš, who at times felt Jānis's overly insistent efforts, finally expressed his heartfelt concern: "You want us to live in a cloud of the past, but I want something more."

Jānis aizveda elpu: "Jā, bet... mēs esam ģimene."

Jānis drew a breath: "Yes, but... we are family."

Viņu vārdi cīnījās pār meža klusumu, iespējams izšķīstot kā sniega pārslas uz priedēm.

Their words battled against the forest silence, possibly dissolving like snowflakes on the pines.

Tomēr tā bija Ilze, kura sapņaini pārrauca viņu asas domas: "Atcerieties to dienu, kad mēs atradām to veco slēpošanas trasi kopā?

Yet it was Ilze who dreamily interrupted their harsh thoughts: "Remember that day when we found the old ski trail together?

Mūsmājās mēs visi varējām darboties kā viena komanda.

At home, we could all work as one team.

Tā bija tāda diena... kopā..."

It was such a day... together..."

Ilzes balsij bija spēks.

Ilze's voice held strength.

Tai bija atmiņas raibumi, smieklu kaskādes, kas it kā piederēja viendienīgai gaismai starp tiem.

It was adorned with snippets of memories, cascades of laughter that seemed to belong to a fleeting light between them.

Brīdi vēlāk, plaisa starp Jāņa un Mārtiņa skatieniem tika aizslēgta.

A moment later, the gap between Jānis and Mārtiņš's glances was sealed.

Viņi atkal skatījās viens uz otru - nevis kā strīdnieki, bet kā brāļi.

They looked at each other again, not as adversaries, but as brothers.

Viņu sirdis, pateicoties atmiņām, jutās siltas un tuvas.

Their hearts, warmed by memories, felt close and comforting.

"Kopā," Jānis piekrita, sniegdamas Mārtiņam roku.

"Together," Jānis agreed, extending his hand to Mārtiņš.

"Mēs strādāsim uz to."

"We will work towards it."

Mārtiņš sastiepa roku, saprotot, ka kopība nav zaudēta, tikai aizmirsta.

Mārtiņš stretched out his hand, understanding that unity wasn't lost, only forgotten.

"Jā, kopā."

"Yes, together."

Tā mežs joprojām klusēja, bet trīs sirdis bijās tajā pašā mūzikā kādreiz.

The forest remained silent, but the three hearts beat to the same music as once before.

Sniegs turpināja krist, slēpt mūsu mazo uzvaru, bet brāļi un māsa zināja, ka tas bija sākums kaut kam jaunam un solītam.

The snow continued to fall, hiding their small victory, but the brothers and sister knew that it was the beginning of something new and promising.

Un nu, kad viņi pagāja vēl tālāk aiz prižu mežiem, viņi saprata, ka pat veselās ziemas aukstumā, silts ģimenes spogulis bija tas, ko viņi pavada līdzi mājās.

And now, as they ventured further beyond the pine forests, they realized that even in the cold of winter, a warm family bond was something they carried home with them.