Bhí na crainn ag caitheamh a nduilleoga órga, ag cur fáilte roimh an bhfómhar i mbaile suaimhneach bóthair brú i mBaile Átha Cliath.

The trees were shedding their golden leaves, welcoming autumn in a quiet suburban neighborhood in Baile Átha Cliath (Dublin).

Sa teach teolaí, cé go raibh sé beagáinín clúiteach, bhí Cian ag dul isteach.

In the cozy house, although it had a bit of a reputation, Cian was entering.

Bhí sé imithe thar lear le blianta fada, ach bhí sé ag filleadh anois don dinnéar buíochais, rud neamhghnách i dteaghlach Éireannach.

He had been abroad for many years, but he was returning now for Thanksgiving dinner, an unusual event in an Irish family.

Ach ba dheis é seo an chlann a thabhairt le chéile arís.

But this was an opportunity to bring the family together again.

Bhí boladh breá ó turkey agus spíosraí ag leathadh tríd an aer, ag cuir caoi ar an mbialann bheag.

The rich aroma of turkey and spices wafted through the air, setting the stage for the small dining room.

Bhí Cian i gcúinne, ag stánadh ar Niamh, a dheirfiúr níos sine.

Cian was in the corner, staring at Niamh, his older sister.

Bhí Niamh ar dhóigh éigin i gcónaí an duine ab fhearr leis na tuismitheoirí.

Somehow Niamh had always been the favorite with their parents.

Bhí sé sin ina phian gráin croí sa chroí aige.

That was a sore point for him.

Tháinig Liam isteach, gaol i bhfad i gcéin, le ríméad agus scéalta as a ghoile, iad rud beag amaideach uaireanta.

Liam, a distant relative, came in with enthusiasm and stories to share, sometimes a bit foolish.

Bhí rún aige cabhrú, ach ba mhinic a bhí an rún sin brúideach.

He intended to help, but his efforts often came off as tactless.

Thosaigh an dinnéar le smaointe mear míshásúla Cian sa chloigeann aige.

The dinner began with Cian's quick, dissatisfied thoughts swirling in his head.

Bhí an bia caite amach, ach d'fhill na mothúcháin go tapa.

The food had been served, but the emotions quickly returned.

Spreag sé comhrá le Niamh, ag iarraidh an t-easpa macántachta uirthi a bhriseadh.

He started a conversation with Niamh, attempting to break her lack of honesty.

"Conas a bhí tú á thaitin as weach?

"How have you been enjoying your time away?"

" a d'fhiafraigh Liam, ag iarraidh an soiléir a bhainistiú.

asked Liam, trying to manage the obvious.

Ach dúirt Cian go borb, "Niamh, cén fáth duit a bheith i gcónaí mar a b'fhearr?

But Cian replied bluntly, "Niamh, why were you always the best?

Chuir tú faoi ár dtuismitheoirí?

Did you put on a show for our parents?"

" Bhí suaimhneas bhriste ag an teach.

The house's tranquility was broken.

Ghearr Niamh an tost i ndícheall.

Niamh cut through the silence with effort.

"Cian, ní raibh sé éasca ormsa.

"Cian, it hasn't been easy for me.

Bhí brú orm i gcónaí a bheith foirfe.

I was always under pressure to be perfect.

Ach bhí mé ag dul i ngleic le mo chuid féin fadhbanna nach bhfaca tú.

But I was dealing with my own issues that you didn't see."

"Rinne Cian machnamh, a shúile ag scamhadh.

Cian reflected, his eyes blinking.

Alás, bhí an méid a bhí le rá aici ag cur aghaidh eile air ar an scéal.

Alas, what she said provided a new perspective on the story.

Le prócach Liam idir an dá linn ag tabhairt amach gaisce áiféise, d'imigh an teannas go tuisceanach díreach mar a tháinig sé.

While Liam clumsily interjected with ridiculous antics, the tension dissipated as quietly as it had come.

Bhí glórtha gáire ann arís.

Laughter echoed again.

Bhí Niamh agus Cian tar éis teacht ar thuiscint.

Niamh and Cian had reached an understanding.

Chríochnaigh an béile le míshuaimhneas, ach fágadh súil le tús nua.

The meal ended with a sense of unease, but there was hope for a new beginning.

Bhí Cian réidh anois do chomhrá macánta.

Cian was now ready for an honest conversation.

Cibé, bhí tús curtha le ré nua.

Regardless, a new era had begun.

Scéal nua i dteaghlach sean.

A new story in an old family.