Bhí an lá dorcha agus feadán fuar ag séideadh timpeall Aerfort Idirnáisiúnta na Sionainne.

The day was dark and a cold wind was blowing around Aerfort Idirnáisiúnta na Sionainne.

Bheith na haerfoirt lán le giúmar Oíche Shamhna, le puimcíní móra agus maisiúcháin taibhsí ar fud na háite.

The airport was full of Oíche Shamhna spirit, with large pumpkins and ghost decorations all over the place.

Bhí na pasáistí ag béicíl le hamhráin traidisiúnta agus féiríní breosla.

The corridors echoed with traditional songs and lively treats.

Tháinig Eoin amach ón eitleán.

Eoin stepped off the plane.

Bhí eireaball ar thaobh amháin agus tonn mearbhlach mothúchán ar an taobh eile.

There was a tailwind on one side and a tumultuous wave of emotion on the other.

Fear óg cúthail ab ea Eoin, ach bhí dóchas ina chroí.

Eoin was a shy young man, but hope was in his heart.

Bhí sé ag filleadh abhaile tar éis cúpla bliain thar lear, ag staidéar.

He was returning home after a few years abroad, studying.

Bhí a chás leaistithe aige, réidh chun a chlann a fheiceáil.

He had his expandable suitcase with him, ready to see his family.

Agus é ag siúl tríd an slua, d'aithin Eoin a dheirfiúr, Siobhán.

As he walked through the crowd, Eoin recognized his sister, Siobhán.

Bhreathnaigh sí air le meascán de néaróg agus aoibh.

She looked at him with a mix of nerves and a smile.

Bhí cúpla bliain caite freisin ó bhí siad le chéile, agus thug sé sin orm guaim le teannas beo.

It had been a few years since they were together, and that brought a palpable tension.

Bhí eaid a bhí idir iad imithe, ach fós bhí neamhní na dtréimhsí fada ann.

The distance between them had vanished, but the void of long periods remained.

Bhí Liam, a n-athair, ina sheasamh taobh leis.

Liam, their father, stood beside her.

Duine stuama a bhí ann, ag déanamh iarracht an bhearna idir a pháistí a dhruidim.

He was a steady presence, attempting to close the gap between his children.

Bhí socracht ina shúile, ach d'fhéadfaí normónta mothúcháin a fheiceáil.

There was calm in his eyes, but a normal multitude of emotions could still be seen.

"Cén chaoi a bhfuil tú a mhac?

"How are you, my son?"

" arsa Liam, ag glacadh barróg ar Eoin.

said Liam, giving Eoin a hug.

Níorbh fhada gur rug Siobhán air.

It wasn't long before Siobhán embraced him too.

"Tá mé go maith," a dúirt Eoin, ag roghnú an modh ciúin in ionad a chroí a oscailt.

"I'm good," Eoin said, choosing a quiet manner instead of opening up his heart.

Ach bhí rudaí difriúil inniu.

But today was different.

Bhí cinneadh déanta aige.

He had made a decision.

Bhí sé ag iarraidh an féidir leis an mothúchán tionchar a bheith aige, ghnéithe a chaitheamh.

He wanted to see if emotion could have an impact, shedding past features.

Bhí cóisir bheag Oíche Shamhna socraithe acu san aerfort do chách.

A small Oíche Shamhna party was arranged at the airport for everyone.

Ceol, bia agus greann – mar a bhí ar siúl.

Music, food, and fun – all in abundance.

Bhí go leor le déanamh, le cainte agus le gáire ann.

There was much to do, much to talk about, and laughter everywhere.

Bhí an t-atmaisféar lán dhraíochtach agus cruthaithech.

The atmosphere was magical and creative.

Le linn an cheiliúraidh, bhí Eoin ag iarraidh níos mó a insint dá dheirfiúr ach bhraith sé greamaithe.

During the celebration, Eoin wanted to share more with his sister, but he felt stuck.

Rinne a intinn machnamh faoina ghoilliúint agus faoina uaigneas thar na blianta.

His mind reflected on his vulnerability and loneliness over the years.

Faoi deireadh, tar éis macalla rince coitianta, chuir Siobhán lámh ar a gualainn.

Finally, after the echo of a common dance, Siobhán placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Tchím go bhfuil rudaí le rá agat, a Eoin," arsa Siobhán le dearfacht.

"I see you have things to say, Eoin," said Siobhán with certainty.

D'iompaigh Eoin ionas go raibh sé os comhair a súl.

Eoin turned to face her.

"Tá brón orm," a d'admhaigh sé go ciúin.

"I'm sorry," he admitted softly.

"Bhí sé deacair agus bhraith mé i bhfad uait.

"It was hard, and I felt far from you.

Nuair a bhí mé i bhfad, mhothaigh mé go raibh bearna móralach eadrainn.

When I was away, I felt a huge gap between us."

""Tá tuiscint agam," d'fhreagair Siobhán, ag seoladh cúpla deora.

"I understand," replied Siobhán, shedding a few tears.

"Ach tá chomh maith a bheith linn anois.

"But it's good to be together now.

Tá muid le chéile.

We are united."

"Ag an nóiméad sin, bhris na constaicí roimhe seo.

At that moment, past obstacles broke down.

Bhí an scéal foirfe chun náire agus amadánas an ama caite a chur ar leataobh.

The story was perfect to set aside the shame and foolishness of past times.

Bhí na deartháir agus deirfiúr ar ais i dteagmháil, an gaol a bhí acu athbheothaithe agus níos láidre.

The brother and sister were back in touch, their relationship renewed and stronger.

Ag deireadh an lae, bhí Eoin ag mothú níos fearr.

At the end of the day, Eoin felt better.

D'fhoghlaim sé go raibh sé in ann na rudaí a bhí ag ísleáil i bhfad rómhór a scaoileadh.

He learned he could let go of things that weighed him down too much.

Bhraith sé go raibh áit aige arís ina theaghlach.

He felt he had a place again in his family.

Bhí an Oíche Shamhna seo speisialta, ní amháin mar fhéile, ach mar shlí le himeachtaí a chothú sa sliocht eile an scéil dá theaghlach.

This Oíche Shamhna was special, not just as a celebration, but as a way to nurture events for the next chapter of his family's story.