Bhí an ghrian ag taitneamh go hard sa spéir.

The sun was shining high in the sky.

Bhí an Samhradh ann, agus bhí Aoife agus Eamon ar thuras speisialta le chéile.

It was summer, and Aoife and Eamon were on a special trip together.

D'eagraigh a scoil chónaithe turas go dtí Aillte an Mhothair, áit álainn i gContae an Chláir.

Their boarding school had organized a trip to the Cliffs of Moher, a beautiful place in County Clare.

Bhí áthas ar gach duine.

Everyone was happy.

Bhí na páistí ar bís.

The children were excited.

Bhí pleananna éagsúla acu.

They had various plans.

Bhí Aoife fiosrach agus ciallmhar.

Aoife was curious and wise.

Bhí sí an-tostach freisin.

She was also very quiet.

Bhí grá mór aici don dúlra agus don ghrianghrafadóireacht.

She had a great love for nature and photography.

Ach, bhí an-imní inti.

But she was very anxious.

Níl sí cinnte faoina cuid scileanna.

She wasn't sure about her skills.

Bhí comórtas grianghrafadóireachta sa scoil ag teacht go luath, agus bhí sí ag iarraidh an grianghraf foirfe a fháil ag Aillte an Mhothair.

There was a photography competition at school coming up soon, and she wanted to get the perfect photo at the Cliffs of Moher.

Ar an lámh eile, bhí Eamon lán le fuinneamh agus eachtraí.

On the other hand, Eamon was full of energy and adventures.

Bhí sé cróga, ach bhí rún aige.

He was brave, but he had a secret.

Bhí eagla air roimh airde.

He was afraid of heights.

Níor mhaith leis go mbeadh a rún nochtaithe.

He didn’t want his secret to be revealed.

Bhí sé ag iarraidh dealú nach raibh aon imní air.

He wanted to appear as if he had no worries.

Shroich siad Aillte an Mhothair.

They arrived at the Cliffs of Moher.

Bhí Aoife ag lorg an spota idéalach don ghrianghraf.

Aoife was looking for the ideal spot for the photo.

Bhraith sí brú.

She felt pressure.

"An bhfuil mo chuid grianghraf go maith?" smaoinigh sí.

“Are my photos good enough?” she thought.

"An n-éireoidh liom sa chomórtas?"

“Will I succeed in the competition?”

Bhí a croí ag preabadh go tapa.

Her heart was pounding quickly.

Thosaigh Eamon ag breathnú timpeall.

Eamon started looking around.

Bhí sé ag déanamh iarracht gan a eagla a thaispeáint.

He was trying not to show his fear.

"Tá sé iontach anseo," a dúirt sé ar nós nach raibh aon eagla air.

“It's amazing here,” he said as if he wasn’t afraid at all.

Bhí Aoife ag dul níos gaire don imeall.

Aoife was getting closer to the edge.

Bhí sí ag iarraidh an radharc is fearr a fháil.

She wanted to get the best view.

Ach bhí a cosa ag crith.

But her legs were shaking.

"Ní raibh mé riamh chomh gar don imeall roimhe seo," smaoinigh sí.

“I've never been this close to the edge before,” she thought.

"Cad a tharlóidh má thiteann mé?"

“What will happen if I fall?”

Dhúisigh Eamon óna chuid smaointe féin.

Eamon snapped out of his own thoughts.

Chonaic sé Aoife ag streachailt.

He saw Aoife struggling.

"An bhfuil tú ceart go leor?" arsa sé le buairt sa ghlór.

“Are you alright?” he asked, worry in his voice.

"Tá mé ceart go leor," a dúirt sí, ach bhí imní ar a aghaidh.

“I’m okay,” she said, but there was anxiety on her face.

"Ní féidir liom an grianghraf foirfe a fháil ón áit seo."

“I can’t get the perfect photo from here.”

Bhí Eamon ag féachaint síos go tapaidh.

Eamon looked down quickly.

Bhí a chroí ag preabadh.

His heart was pounding.

Ach bhí a fhios aige go gcaithfeadh sé cabhrú léi.

But he knew he had to help her.

Thug sé lámh di.

He offered her his hand.

"Tusa atá i gceannas," ar sé.

“You are in charge,” he said.

"Beidh mé ceart go leor anseo leat."

“I’ll be okay here with you.”

Labhair sé an fhírinne.

He spoke the truth.

"Tá eagla orm roimh airde," a dúirt sé, ag nochtadh a rún.

“I’m afraid of heights,” he said, revealing his secret.

"Ach táim anseo duit."

“But I’m here for you.”

Chuaigh Aoife í an t-iontas.

Aoife was surprised.

Thairg sí lámh dó freisin.

She offered him her hand too.

Le chéile, shiúil siad níos gaire don imeall.

Together, they walked closer to the edge.

D'éirigh leo.

They succeeded.

Ach go tobann, shleamhnaigh Aoife.

But suddenly, Aoife slipped.

Láithreach, rug Eamon uirthi.

Immediately, Eamon grabbed her.

Bhí an bothar faoina chosa dochreidte, ach níor lig sé scaoilte.

The ground under his feet was unbelievable, but he didn’t let go.

Bhí sé ag seachaint airde ach ag sabháil Aoife ag an am céanna.

He was avoiding the height but saving Aoife at the same time.

Bhí sin bródach.

That was something to be proud of.

Nuair a bhí sí sábháilte, rinne Aoife a cúltacaí ceart agus grianghraf agus rinne íomhá foirfe den radharc álainn.

When she was safe, Aoife adjusted her focus and took the perfect picture of the beautiful scene.

Bhí an solas foirfe, an radharc míorúilteach.

The light was perfect, and the view was stunning.

Bhí sé iontach.

It was amazing.

Ag deireadh an lae, bhí an grianghraf foirfe ag Aoife.

At the end of the day, Aoife had the perfect photo.

Bhí eagla Eamon sárúite.

Eamon had overcome his fear.

Bhí siad níos cóngaraí dá chéile.

They were closer to each other.

Mhottaigh Aoife níos muiníne.

Aoife felt more confident.

Bhí sí bródúil aisti féin.

She was proud of herself.

Bhí Eamon ag mothú níos láidrí.

Eamon was feeling stronger.

Bhí an eachtra tar éis iad a aistriú.

The adventure had transformed them.

Agus nuair a fhill siad abhaile, chuir Aoife an grianghraf isteach sa chomórtas.

And when they returned home, Aoife submitted the photo to the competition.

Ach, ba chuimhin léi an rud is tábhachtaí: "Ní hamháin an grianghraf é, ach an cairdeas agus misneach a bhain mé amach," ar sí.

But she remembered the most important thing: “It’s not just the photo, but the friendship and courage I gained,” she said.

Bhí deireadh sona acu araon, Aoife agus Eamon, ag foghlaim faoi fhíor-láidreacht agus féin-mhuinín.

They both had a happy ending, Aoife and Eamon, learning about true strength and self-confidence.