Bhí lá gaofar ag na hAillte Mhothair, an séasúr fómhair iontach soiléir le scáth a chaitheamh.

There was a windy day at na hAillte Mhothair (the Cliffs of Moher), the autumn season wonderfully clear, casting shadows.

D'fhéach Saoirse amach ar an bhfarraige, a samhlaíocht ag rith ar ais go dtí laethanta óige.

Saoirse looked out at the sea, her imagination running back to her childhood days.

Bhí sí ag iarraidh am a chaitheamh lena deartháir agus a deirfiúr, Cian agus Eimear.

She wanted to spend time with her brother and sister, Cian and Eimear.

Stán Cian ar an mbealach síos, a intinn imníoch.

Cian stared at the path down, his mind anxious.

Bhí rud éigin ag brú air, ach ní raibh sé cinnte conas é seo a thabhairt chun solais.

Something was weighing on him, but he wasn't sure how to bring it up.

Bhí deirfiúr níos sine Saoirse tar éis filleadh abhaile agus anois bhí brú gan choinne air.

Saoirse's older sister had returned home and now he was under unexpected pressure.

"Tá sé iontach anseo," a dúirt Eimear, a raibh spiorad saor aici i gcónaí.

"It's wonderful here," said Eimear, who always had a free spirit.

Bhí sí ag iarraidh atmaisféar dearfach a chruthú.

She wanted to create a positive atmosphere.

Shiúil sí idir Saoirse agus Cian, ag iarraidh neamhné ag an teannas a bhí ag ardú le meirle géar an ghaoth.

She walked between Saoirse and Cian, trying to ignore the tension that was rising with the sharp sting of the wind.

Thosaigh Saoirse ag caint faoi na cuimhní sona atá aici anseo.

Saoirse began talking about the happy memories she had here.

Bhí a súil ar Cian, sa tóir ar nasc níos doimhne.

Her eyes were on Cian, seeking a deeper connection.

"Cian, an bhfuil tusa á dhéanamh go maith?

"Cian, are you doing well?"

"Bhí Cian ag stánadh ar an faoin tír mór, a smaointe ag rith leis.

Cian was staring out at the mainland, his thoughts racing.

Bhí sé amhrasach, ach thosaigh an gaoth ag éirí go láidir, ag cur éigean orainn a bheith níos gaire don imeall.

He was doubtful, but the wind was getting stronger, forcing them to be closer to the edge.

Bhain siad amach áit ina raibh siad in ann féachaint amach thar na haillte.

They reached a place where they could look out over the cliffs.

Tharla rud éigin iontach ansin.

Something wonderful happened there.

Smaoinigh Saoirse ar an gcaoi a bhféadfadh sí an t-am seo a úsáid chun teacht níos dlúithe.

Saoirse thought of how she could use this time to come closer.

"Gach rud ceart go leor, Cian?

"Everything okay, Cian?"

" d'fhiafraigh Eimear.

Eimear asked.

Bhí guth ciúin ag an scáil in aice léi.

A quiet voice came from the shadow beside her.

Nuair a tháinig ráig ghaoth láidir as gan choinne, chaill siad gach rud eile seachas iad féin a choinneáil iontaofa.

When a strong gust of wind came unexpectedly, they lost everything else except for keeping themselves steady.

Ansin, d'oscail Cian a chroí.

Then, Cian opened his heart.

"Tá sé deacair a bheith i d'ionad féin, Saoirse.

"It's hard to be yourself, Saoirse.

Tá mé ag smaoineamh ar rudaí tábhachtacha.

I'm thinking about important things.

Rudaí atá ag cur isteach orm.

Things that are bothering me."

"Fuaireadar iad féin ag suí ar an talamh, an bhfocal 'comhphlé' ag titim isteach ina inchinn.

They found themselves sitting on the ground, the word 'dialogue' falling into his mind.

Thosaigh Saoirse ag éisteacht go fonnmhar, ag iarraidh a bheith ann dó.

Saoirse began to listen intently, wanting to be there for him.

"Inis dom, a Cian," a dúirt sí go caoin.

"Tell me, Cian," she said gently.

D'athraigh an tonn aeráid, éalú ó bhrú na galúin.

The atmosphere changed, escaping the pressure of the gales.

Roinn Cian a phleananna leis, a cheist agus a eagla.

Cian shared his plans, his question and his fears.

Nuair a chríochnaigh sé, thug Saoirse aghaidh air lena thaithí féin.

When he finished, Saoirse responded with her own experience.

Tháinig comhthuiscint eatarthu, rud a dhírigh an teannas a bhí rothlach ar feadh an lae.

An understanding came between them, something that diffused the tension that had been swirling all day.

Bhí Eimear sásta faoina deirfiúracha, agus shíl sí go raibh sé riachtanach a bheith ann dóibh.

Eimear was content about her siblings, and she felt it was essential to be there for them.

Ag deireadh an lae, bhí siad in ann imeacht leis na haillte mar scáth an ghrian ag titim síos, níos gaire agus níos tuisceanaí.

At the end of the day, they were able to leave the cliffs with the shadow of the sun setting, closer and more understanding.

Bhí Saoirse tar éis foghlaim go raibh sé níos tábhachtaí éisteacht agus a bheith foighneach, agus bhí Cian níos faoiseamh tar éis a fhadhbanna a roinnt.

Saoirse had learned it was more important to listen and be patient, and Cian felt relief after sharing his troubles.

Bhí a gcroíthe fós ach amháin, i gcoitinne leis na tonnta móra at a gcuid taobh síos thíos.

Their hearts were still except, together with the great waves at their side below.