I hjärtat av Stockholm låg en liten ljus lägenhet.

In the heart of Stockholm lay a small bright apartment.

Där bodde Ingrid, en kvinna med ett hjärta av guld och en vilja av stål.

There lived Ingrid, a woman with a heart of gold and a will of steel.

En dag fick Ingrid en låda från IKEA.

One day, Ingrid received a box from IKEA.

"Detta ska bli kul!

"This should be fun!"

" tänkte hon.

she thought.

I lådan fanns en bokhylla som hon nätt och jämt kunde bära.

In the box was a bookshelf that she could barely carry.

Men det var inga instruktioner.

But there were no instructions.

Ingrid tittade på alla delarna och kliade sig i huvudet.

Ingrid looked at all the pieces and scratched her head.

Bokhyllan var i tusen bitar.

The bookshelf was in a thousand pieces.

Men hon tänkte: "Jag klarar det nog.

But she thought, "I can probably do it."

" Och så började hon.

And so she began.

Hon satt i köket med skruvar, plankor och en skruvmejsel.

She sat in the kitchen with screws, planks, and a screwdriver.

Solen sken in genom fönstret.

The sun shone through the window.

Det var gott om ljus.

There was plenty of light.

Ingrid kände sig peppad.

Ingrid felt motivated.

Men snart var det problem.

But soon there was a problem.

Delarna passade inte ihop.

The parts didn't fit together.

En skruv var för kort.

One screw was too short.

En platta var för lång.

One board was too long.

Ingrid blev frustrerad.

Ingrid became frustrated.

Hon svettades och suckade tungt.

She sweated and sighed heavily.

Men hon gav inte upp.

But she didn't give up.

"Jag ska klara det!

"I will figure it out!"

" sa hon.

she said.

Hon lät inte svårigheter stoppa henne.

She didn't let difficulties stop her.

Alltid var det något som gick fel, men hon fortsatte i alla fall.

There was always something going wrong, but she continued anyway.

Solen gick ner.

The sun went down.

Mörker föll över Stockholm.

Darkness fell over Stockholm.

Den ljusa lägenheten var nu mörk.

The bright apartment was now dark.

Men Ingrid satt fortfarande med IKEA-bokhyllan.

But Ingrid was still sitting with the IKEA bookshelf.

Till slut gick det.

Finally, it worked.

Hon skruvade i den sista skruven.

She tightened the last screw.

Bokhyllan stod där, klar och fin.

The bookshelf stood there, completed and nice.

Ingrid var trött men glad.

Ingrid was tired but happy.

"Där ser man!

"There you go!"

" sa hon.

she said.

"Det går, även om det är svårt.

"It's possible, even though it's hard."

" Och sedan satte hon sig ner och tittade på sin nya bokhylla.

And then she sat down and looked at her new bookshelf.

Den var fin, trots allt.

It was nice, after all.

Och det var den dagen Ingrid lärde sig att det inte alltid är lätt att bygga IKEA-möbler utan instruktioner.

And that was the day Ingrid learned that it's not always easy to build IKEA furniture without instructions.

Men det går att klara det.

But it can be done.

Och Ingrid visste att hon alltid skulle försöka, även om det var svårt.

And Ingrid knew that she would always try, even if it was difficult.