Bhí séasúr an gheimhridh ar a bhuaic i gCearnóg na Fínneoige i mBaile Átha Cliath.

Winter was at its peak in Cearnóg na Fínneoige in Baile Átha Cliath.

Bhí an talamh caite le sioc bán, agus na crainn ag scaoileadh scáileanna fada faoi sholas na maidine.

The ground was covered with white frost, and the trees were casting long shadows under the morning light.

Bhí an t-ionad cuairteoirí compordach agus teolaí, cé go raibh an domhan amuigh fuar agus fuaraithe.

The visitor center was cozy and warm, even though the world outside was cold and chilled.

Bhí Niamh, ceann de na faireoirí páirc, istigh ag déanamh iniúchadh de ghnáth.

Niamh, one of the park wardens, was inside conducting routine inspections.

Cé go raibh an áit ciúin, bhí a intinn lán le himní faoina sláinte.

Although the place was quiet, her mind was filled with concerns about her health.

Bhí cúram uirthi, rud a bhí deacair di a cheilt.

She was worried, something she found difficult to hide.

Bhí sí ag iarraidh a bheith dírithe ar a cuid oibre, ach bhí sé soiléir do dhuine ar bith ag brath a súile ar a héadan go raibh ualach á iompar aici.

She tried to stay focused on her work, but it was obvious to anyone who looked at her face that she was carrying a burden.

Cillian, cuairteoir leisciúil, isteach sa seomra.

Cillian, a leisurely visitor, entered the room.

Searbh toisc nach raibh aon saoire timpeall, bhí sé ag siúl timpeall ag baint taitneamh as lá fuar i lár na cathrach.

Bitter because there were no holidays around, he was wandering around enjoying a cold day in the middle of the city.

Thug sé faoi deara go raibh rud éigin difriúil faoi Niamh agus chuir sé ceist uirthi, "An bhfuil gach rud ceart go leor?

He noticed something was different about Niamh and asked her, "Is everything okay?"

"Stop Niamh, rud beag ionadh.

Niamh stopped, a bit surprised.

Bhí sí neamhchinnte an dtiocfadh léi a imní a roinnt mar níor mhaith léi a laige a thaispeáint.

She was uncertain if she could share her worries, as she didn’t want to show weakness.

Ach i nóiméad de neamhchoinníoll, phléasc sí amach, "Tá an sláinte tábhachtach, nach bhfuil?

But in a moment of vulnerability, she burst out, "Health is important, isn’t it?"

" Rinne an ceisteanna aisteach go raibh ciúnas beag idir í féin agus Cillian.

The odd question created a brief silence between her and Cillian.

Chuir Cillian barróg le caint socair.

Cillian offered a comforting word.

"Tá, tá sé taobh na fírinne.

"Yes, it truly is.

Feicim é sin, caithfidh mé aire a thabhairt dom féin tar éis tinneas beag mé féin.

I understand that; I had to take care of myself after a minor illness."

" Bhí a shúile cineálta agus lán le tuiscint, ag teacht ina dhiaidh.

His eyes were kind and full of understanding as he continued.

"Níl sé éasca uaireanta ach tá cabhair ann i gcónaí.

"It’s not always easy, but help is always available."

"Bhí seacht bhfocal Cillian mar lampa seasmhaíochta do Niamh, a thug compord domhain di.

Cillian’s seven words were like a beacon of hope for Niamh, bringing her deep comfort.

Bhí a imní beagáinín laghdaithe agus thuig sí nach raibh sí ina haonar sa streachailt.

Her worries eased somewhat, and she realized she wasn't alone in her struggle.

Agus í ag fágáil an lae faoi lán solas, d’fhág Cillian agus Niamh slán le chéile ar bhealach nádúrtha, gan aon bheartanas eile le leanúint.

As the day drew to a close, Cillian and Niamh said goodbye naturally, with no further plans to be made.

Agus an t-ionad ina bhláth i gceart, d’eitil Niamh amach le héalú na hoíche, ag mothú níos suaimhní agus níos compordaí leis an smaoineamh go bhfuil an tacaíocht ag teacht nuair a roinneann tú leis an gceart duine.

With the center thriving, Niamh left as night fell, feeling calmer and more at ease with the notion that support arrives when you share with the right person.

Bhí a misneach aimsithe agus sláinte na foighne á cothú aici, céim ar chéim.

She had found her courage, nurturing the health of patience, step by step.

Agus mar sin, bhí Niamh níos fearr le linn an gheimhridh, a comhfhios ag dul leis síocháin nua.

And so, Niamh was better throughout the winter, her awareness accompanied by newfound peace.

Is ar éigean gur gá comhrá a dhéanamh chun tionchar mór a bheith aige, ach nuair a bhíonn aon crógaíocht ann tríd an bhfocal, is féidir le slán a bheith go leor.

It scarcely required conversation to have a significant impact, but when any courage finds its way through words, a farewell can be enough.