Snøfnuggene danset lett utenfor Oslo Gardermoen internasjonale lufthavn.

The snowflakes danced lightly outside Oslo Gardermoen International Airport.

Inne i terminalen var det travelt.

Inside the terminal, it was busy.

Folk hastet forbi med store kofferter.

People hurried by with large suitcases.

Lukt av sterk, norsk kaffe fylte luften.

The smell of strong, Norwegian coffee filled the air.

Soren trakk pusten dypt.

Soren took a deep breath.

Han sto stille i ankomsthallen, kjente på nervene.

He stood still in the arrivals hall, feeling the nerves.

Det hadde gått mange år siden han sist så sin far, Lars.

It had been many years since he last saw his father, Lars.

Soren hadde bodd utenlands lenge og hadde håpet at tiden ville lege gamle sår.

Soren had lived abroad for a long time and had hoped that time would heal old wounds.

Ingrid, hans søster, var der også.

Ingrid, his sister, was there too.

Hun hadde alltid prøvd å holde familien samlet.

She had always tried to keep the family together.

Nå ønsket hun å se brødrene sine forsones med faren.

Now she wished to see her brothers reconcile with their father.

Da Soren gikk mot ankomstområdet, kjente han hjertet dunke hardt.

As Soren walked towards the arrivals area, he felt his heart pounding hard.

Han hadde mange spørsmål.

He had many questions.

Ville faren hans tilgi ham?

Would his father forgive him?

Kunne de starte på nytt?

Could they start over?

Han visste ikke hva han kunne forvente.

He didn't know what to expect.

I det han nærmet seg, så han Ingrid.

As he approached, he saw Ingrid.

Hun vinket til ham med et varmt smil.

She waved at him with a warm smile.

Ved siden av henne sto Lars, med hendene i lommene.

Next to her stood Lars, with his hands in his pockets.

Han så eldre ut enn sist, men blikket var det samme.

He looked older than before, but the expression in his eyes was the same.

Soren stoppet opp, nølte.

Soren stopped, hesitated.

Han følte vekten av fortiden, gamle krangler, og misforståelser.

He felt the weight of the past, old arguments, and misunderstandings.

Ingrid gikk frem, la en hånd på skulderen hans.

Ingrid stepped forward, placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Gå til ham," sa hun mykt.

"Go to him," she said softly.

"Det er på tide.

"It's time."

"Soren trakk pusten dypt igjen og tok de siste skrittene mot Lars.

Soren took another deep breath and took the last steps towards Lars.

Ansiktet til faren var spent, men også kjærlig.

His father's face was tense, but also loving.

Etter et øyeblikks stillhet, strakk Soren ut hånden.

After a moment of silence, Soren reached out his hand.

"Hei, pappa.

"Hi, Dad."

"Lars så på hånden, så tilbake på Soren.

Lars looked at the hand, then back at Soren.

Så omfavnet han ham, klappet ham på ryggen.

Then he embraced him, patted him on the back.

"Velkommen hjem, sønn," sa han med en lav stemme.

"Welcome home, son," he said in a low voice.

Følelsen av lettelse fylte Soren.

The feeling of relief filled Soren.

Tårene rant nedover kinnene hans.

Tears ran down his cheeks.

Ingrid sto ved siden av og tørket sine egne øyne.

Ingrid stood beside them and wiped her own eyes.

Øyeblikket var både sårt og gledelig.

The moment was both tender and joyful.

En dør til fortiden ble forsiktig lukket, mens en ny åpnet seg.

A door to the past was gently closed, while a new one opened.

De tre gikk sammen ut i den kalde vinterdagen på flyplassen.

The three of them walked together out into the cold winter day at the airport.

Soren kjente at det fantes håp for familien igjen.

Soren felt that there was hope for the family again.

Han hadde forstått hvor viktig familien var, og at fortiden ikke alltid måtte definere fremtiden.

He had understood how important family was, and that the past didn't always have to define the future.

Det var en ny begynnelse.

It was a new beginning.