Bhí an Domhnach beagán fuar, cé go raibh sé ag druidim isteach san Earrach i mBaile Átha Cliath.

It was a bit cold on Sunday, even though it was approaching spring in Baile Átha Cliath (Dublin).

Bhí Niamh ina suí ina seomra codlata i nDúiche Choláiste na Tríonóide, taobh istigh de na ballaí leabharacha agus nótaí scaipthe timpeall a spáis bheaga.

Niamh was sitting in her bedroom in Dúiche Choláiste na Tríonóide (Trinity College), surrounded by books and notes scattered around her small space.

Bhí sí ag léamh faoi stair a clainne arís.

She was reading about her family history again.

Ní raibh sí in ann an t-ocras sin a chosc - an t-ocras eolais faoin am atá caite.

She couldn't stop that hunger—the hunger for knowledge about the past.

Chuir sí isteach ar Cian chun cabhrú léi, ach seiceáil i gcónaí a dhéanamh ar na fíricí i bhfianaise stairiúil.

She enlisted the help of Cian, always insisting on checking facts against historical evidence.

Bhí dearcadh seanfhaiseanta ag Cian, 'uirlisí láidir do sheanchas', a chreid sé.

Cian had an old-fashioned view, 'strong tools for storytelling,' he believed.

Gan rabhadh, chuala siad cnag ar an doras.

Without warning, they heard a knock on the door.

Bhí ionadh ar Niamh nuair a d’oscail sí é.

Niamh was surprised when she opened it.

Aisling, a haintín nach raibh le feiceáil aici riamh, bhí ina seasamh ansin.

Aisling, her aunt whom she had never seen before, was standing there.

"Niamh, is fada an lá," a dúirt Aisling, fonn beag sceilg agus rúndiamhair ina glór.

"Niamh, it's been a long time," said Aisling, with a hint of mischief and mystery in her voice.

Luigh an aimsir le Aisling scéalta fánacha a réiteach agus Niamh ag éisteacht go géar.

The weather was conducive to Aisling spinning random tales as Niamh listened intently.

Bhí ardmheas aici ar a haintín, ach bhí corrcheist aici i gcónaí.

She greatly admired her aunt, but she always had some questions.

Cian ina suí i gcois an dorais, ag faire gan baint go díreach leis an gcomhrá.

Cian sat by the door, watching without directly engaging in the conversation.

"Bhí aithne mhaith ag do sheanmháthair ar a lán daoine," a dúirt Aisling go ciúin.

"Your grandmother knew a lot of people," Aisling said quietly.

Dhírigh sé seo aird Niamh.

This caught Niamh's attention.

Ba mhór an corráil an tuiscint corr seo.

This strange understanding was quite startling.

D’inis Aisling sonraí a bhí éagsúla ó scéalta eile a chuala Niamh.

Aisling shared details that differed from other stories Niamh had heard.

Cé gur chreid Aisling go mb'fhéidir gur gá cuid de na scéalta fanacht i ngan fhios, bhí Niamh righin.

Although Aisling believed that some stories might need to remain untold, Niamh was determined.

"Ní féidir liom mo shúile a dhúnadh anois, tá orm fios a fháil," d’éiligh Niamh.

"I can’t close my eyes now, I must find out," Niamh insisted.

Le athchogarnáil, nocht Aisling rud éigin iontach faoi a seanmháthair.

Whispering again, Aisling revealed something astonishing about her grandmother.

Bhí athrú ann, saineolais le luchtú nach raibh Niamh ullamh dó ar dtús.

There was a change, an expertise to be loaded that Niamh was not initially ready for.

Thug Aisling léargas nua duit, ag teacht chun fírinne nach raibh faoi amas Niamh cheana.

Aisling provided a new insight, reaching a truth that Niamh had not touched upon before.

Ag an deireadh, d'aontaigh siad tuilleadh a iniúchadh le chéile.

In the end, they agreed to explore further together.

Bhí go leor le tuiscint, ach faoi dheireadh, thug Niamh faoi ghnás nua.

There was much to understand, but ultimately, Niamh embarked on a new ritual.

D’athraigh sí agus tháinig sí níos oscailte do scéalta a cloinne a bhí fós le hathrú.

She changed and became more open to stories of her family that were yet to be transformed.

An t-earrach sin, leis an dalladh solas á chur go domhain ina croí, thosaigh turas nua aici.

That spring, with the blinding light deeply touching her heart, she began a new journey.

Fós neamhiomlán, ach lán de cheisteanna iomadúla, thóg sí céim eile cé gur thosaigh sí ar aghaidh go mall.

Still incomplete, but full of many questions, she took another step even as she started moving slowly forward.