Bhí an aimsir breá geal, na héin ag canadh le gliondar faoin spéir.

The weather was bright and clear, the birds singing joyfully in the sky.

Bhí Saoirse ag siúl i dtreo na hAillte Mhothair le croí trom ach le dóchas ina hintinn.

Saoirse was walking towards the Aillte Mhothair with a heavy heart but hope in her mind.

Bhí sí ag teacht le chéile lena siblíní, Fionn agus Niamh, i ndiaidh blianta de scaradh agus aighneas.

She was meeting with her siblings, Fionn and Niamh, after years of separation and conflict.

Tá na haillte ag breathnú go hiontach, áilleacht nádúrtha ag osnaíl in éineacht le foinse fhuar na farraige.

The cliffs looked magnificent, natural beauty sighing along with the cold source of the sea.

Bhí Saoirse ag súil go bhfaigheadh sí réiteach foirfe, go mbeadh an tráthnóna sin mar tús nua dóibh.

Saoirse hoped she would find a perfect resolution, that that evening would be a new beginning for them.

Shín Fionn agus Niamh cheana féin aníos ag flosc an chlais.

Fionn and Niamh were already stretched up at the edge of the trench.

Bhí Niamh ag stánadh amach thar an aill, a gruaig donn ag glioscarnach i ngaoth na farraige.

Niamh was staring out over the cliff, her brown hair shimmering in the sea breeze.

D'fhéach sí isteach ag Saoirse le súile imníoch ach síochánta.

She looked at Saoirse with anxious but peaceful eyes.

Bhí sí mar idirghabhálaí, ach bhí eagla uirthi roimh an méid a bheadh le rá.

She was the mediator, but she was afraid of what would be said.

Bhí Fionn ina sheasamh tamall ó dheas, a lámha cruach teannta ina n-aice lena chéile.

Fionn stood a little to the south, his sturdy hands clasped together.

Iompraigh sé meáchan na troda caite agus géaraíonn sé a fhios go domhain.

He bore the weight of past battles and understood deeply the situation.

"Dia daoibh," arsa Saoirse, ag fanacht chun ciúin.

"Dia daoibh," said Saoirse, waiting to be calm.

D'fhéach Fionn ar shiúl, ach thosaigh Niamh ag gáire cineálta, "Haigh! Is fada ó bhíomar le chéile anseo."

Fionn looked away, but Niamh started to laugh kindly, "Haigh! It's been a long time since we were together here."

Bhreathnaigh Saoirse timpeall, ag bailiú misnigh.

Saoirse looked around, gathering courage.

"Tá mé brón orm," ar maidin, "as na botúin a rinne mé."

"I am sorry," she said, "for the mistakes I made."

D'fhéach sí ar Fionn, "Ba mhaith liom cluas a thabhairt duit."

She looked at Fionn, "I want to lend you an ear."

D’ardaigh Fionn a cheann, na suile lán le meascán de chorr agus éadóchas.

Fionn lifted his head, his eyes filled with a mix of confusion and despair.

"Níl sé furasta Saoirse," ar sé go réidh, "gach rud a bhí ann..."

"It's not easy, Saoirse," he said gently, "everything that has happened..."

Bhí sé deacair í a mhaiteamh.

It was hard to forgive her.

Chuir Niamh lámh air, "Is deacair dóibh siúd ar fad.

Niamh put a hand on him, "It's difficult for all of us.

Ach is féidir linn iarracht a dhéanamh."

But we can try."

D’ardaigh guth Fhionn leis an gaoth, "Ní raibh mé tuisceanach.

Fionn's voice rose with the wind, "I wasn't understanding.

Ach anois tá mé réidh éisteacht.

But now I'm ready to listen.

Inis dom do scéal."

Tell me your story."

Leis sin, thosaigh Saoirse ag insint dá dhóígeanna, ag nochtadh fírinne nach raibh sí riamh in ann a roinnt.

With that, Saoirse began sharing her feelings, revealing truths she was never able to share before.

Bhí Fionn ag éisteacht, agus d'foscail sé rud éigin dá chroí.

Fionn was listening, and something in his heart opened.

Bhí an ghrian ag laghdú, é ag doirteal isteach san fharraige ar deireadh thiar.

The sun was setting, sinking finally into the sea.

Shuigh siad ina dtost, páirt mhór dá gcroí ag síocháin.

They sat in silence, a large part of their hearts at peace.

Ní raibh na focail deisithe fós, ach bhí tús saoirse déanta.

The words weren't yet fixed, but a beginning of freedom was made.

"Nach bhfuil ann ach tús?" ar Niamh le gáire beag.

"Isn't it just the start?" said Niamh with a small laugh.

D'fhéach na trí siblín amach, siar go dtí an áit ar thosnaigh an t-am, agus ar aghaidh go dtí an turas nua amach rompu.

The three siblings looked out, back to where time began, and forward to the new journey ahead of them.