Bhí an ghaoth ag séideadh go láidir thar na hAillte Mhothair, ag cruthú ceol garbh leis na tonnta móra a bhí ag bualadh go hionraic ar na carraigeacha thíos.

The wind was blowing fiercely over the Aillte Mhothair (Cliffs of Moher), creating a harsh melody with the massive waves honestly crashing against the rocks below.

Bhí an fhómhar ag scaipeadh dathanna oráiste, buí agus donn ar fud an tailte, ag cur críoch le haer na Samhna.

Autumn was spreading shades of orange, yellow, and brown across the lands, marking the end of the Samhain (Halloween) air.

Bhí Cillian ann, ina sheasamh go mór le hais an bhóthair, súile dorcha uaidh sin ag breathnú thar an fhionnuisce.

Cillian was there, standing prominently by the roadside, his dark eyes gazing across the horizon.

Bhí amhras ina chroí.

Doubt lingered in his heart.

Bhí sé ag súil le réiteach a fháil le Aisling agus Ronan sular scar siad sna treoracha difriúla.

He hoped to reconcile with Aisling and Ronan before they parted in different directions.

Ainmníodh Cillian mar dhuine freagrach i gcónaí sa chlann.

Cillian had always been named the responsible one in the family.

Bhí sé an-mhór, ach go minic, bhí a mhothúcháin folaithe go maith.

He was physically imposing, but often his emotions were well concealed.

Bhí Aisling freagrach go difriúil—spioradálta agus lán beatha.

Aisling was responsible in a different way—spiritual and full of life.

Níor sheas sí siar roimh eachtraí ná sult a bhaint as an saol.

She never held back from adventures or enjoying life.

Ronan, an duine is óige, bhíodh sé caoi le machnamh, b'fhéidir beagán brónach, ag iarraidh intleacht a fháil ar gach rud.

Ronan, the youngest, tended towards reflection, maybe a bit melancholic, always seeking understanding.

Thángadar le chéile ar an láthair cáiliúil sin, na Aille Mhothair, áit a n-eascraíonn go leor scéalta.

They gathered at that famous site, the Aille Mhothair, where many stories unfold.

Bhí Cillian ag iarraidh labhairt.

Cillian wanted to speak.

Bhí rud tábhachtach le rá aige.

He had something important to say.

Ach, ní raibh sé bogadh éasca. Athbheoidíodh na shean-díospóidí—místuíchtanna ó na blianta atá caite.

But, it wasn't an easy task to move past old disagreements—misunderstandings from years gone by.

“Is fada ó shin nach raibh muid uile anseo,” a dúirt sé stíalimeiúl, ach reitigh sé féin.

“It’s been a long time since we were all here,” he said hesitantly, yet resolved himself.

Bhí dusmál idir é féin agus Aisling.

There was a rift between him and Aisling.

Agus ní raibh sé in ann a bhriseadh go fóill.

And he couldn't break it yet.

Bhí cúisí nua ag Ronan freisin.

Ronan also had new grievances.

Níor thuig sé riamh cén fáth nach raibh Cillian oscailte leis.

He never understood why Cillian was not open with him.

Ach, b'é seo an tráth do chinntí.

But, this was the time for decisions.

Rinne Cillian rogha.

Cillian made a choice.

Bhí rún le nochtadh aige, rud a bhí coinnithe follasach sa gclann leis na blianta.

He had a secret to reveal, one that had been kept veiled in the family for years.

Bhí sé ag súil go fjásfar le dháimh níos fearr trína gnochtadh.

He hoped for a better bond through its revelation.

Lig sé an rún sin amach—rún faoi thaisce de phiorraigh a bhí ag a n-athair uair, sórt fáistine a bhí bríomhar orthu le fada.

He let that secret out—a secret about a treasure of pears his father once had, a sort of prophecy that had long been vivid to them.

Go tobann, bhuail stoirm sciobtha orthu.

Suddenly, a swift storm struck them.

Rith na saolta ag na hAillte.

Life raced at the Aillte (Cliffs).

Bhris an fhírinne go fuar idir iad, cosúil leis an stoirm.

The truth broke coldly between them, like the storm.

Bhí fearg, bhí iontas, agus bhí caoineadh ann.

There was anger, there was surprise, and there was weeping.

Ach, taobh istigh den stoirm, d'aimsigh siad a chéile.

But, amidst the storm, they found each other.

Bhí siad i dteannta a chéile sa dorchadas sin, go dtí gur bhuail rud éigin difriúil sa ghaoith an uair sin—an grá a bhí eatarthu go ciúin, fiú trí na díospóidí go léir.

They were together in that darkness, until something different struck the wind at that moment—the love that quietly existed between them, even through all the disputes.

Níos déanaí, d'éirigh siad.

Later, they rose.

Bhí siad sáite le chéile, bhí plean leagtha amach acu.

They were bound together, they had a plan set.

D'aontaigh na deartháireacha gur thábhachtaí a gcaidreamh seachas na seanfhuatha.

The siblings agreed that their relationship was more important than the old grudges.

Bealach a coinnigh teangbhá ar siúl.

A path that maintained connection always.

Agus d'fhoghlaim Cillian nach raibh orm míchumas a mhothúcháin níos mó.

And Cillian learned that he no longer had to hide his emotions.

Thug a dheirfiúr agus a dheartháir gach buíochas dó agus d'fhág an áit sin le croí illum.

His sister and brother gave him every thanks and left that place with illuminated hearts.