Here’s the English translation of your text:
As I hurried to my front door, I realized I had only fifteen minutes left.
As soon as I thought no one was watching, I quickly went to the open window. I was relieved that no neighbors were watching as I peered over the windowsill.
Their living room looked like all the others. Mike was standing with his back to me, holding a high-quality camera. With a subtle smile, Jill turned to him.
My attention was drawn to a brief movement at the edge of the room. Mike had my full attention.
His wife shouted, “There’s someone!” as our eyes met, and I gasped. Someone was peeking in!
No, no, no! I thought. This can’t be happening!
With my heart racing, I ran back to my house and locked the door. What was going through my mind?
Why did I look into their house? Had I offended them? I thought they might call the police.
The next day, the silence was interrupted by a knock at my door. When I looked through the peephole, my stomach churned.
It was Mike. He pulled out a photo from an envelope he was holding. My picture. “Would you like to explain this?” he asked, amused.
Embarrassed, I admitted it. To my surprise, Mike grinned and invited me to visit them, explaining that he loves Jill by taking a picture of her every day.
I appreciated their loving tradition and never looked out the window again after that day.
