Bhí ceol na haimsire ag canadh san aer, duilleoga dearga agus órga ag déanamh damhsa mall ar an ngaoth.

The music of the season was singing in the air, red and golden leaves doing a slow dance in the wind.

Bhí an teach mór teaghlaigh, suite i lár an tuatha, lán le cruinniú teaghlaigh.

The large family house, situated in the heart of the tuath, was full with a family gathering.

Bhí Ciaran agus Maeve ag ullmhú dóibh siúd go léir a bhailíonn i nGaillimh don ócáid speisialta fáilteach ar an deireadh seachtaine.

Ciaran and Maeve were preparing for those who gather in Gaillimh for the special welcoming event on the weekend.

Bhí Ciaran cúramach, ag breathnú timpeall ag déanamh cinnte go raibh gach rud socraithe.

Ciaran was careful, looking around to make sure everything was arranged.

Bhí sé mar dhuine a raibh gach duine ag brath air.

He was the person everyone relied on.

An oíche roimhe sin, chuaigh sé a chodladh déanach, ag ullmhú.

The night before, he went to bed late, preparing.

Ach inniu, mhothaigh sé píosa imníoch, cosúil le meáchan mór ar a ghuaillí.

But today, he felt a bit anxious, like a heavy weight on his shoulders.

Theastaigh uaidh a bheith ann don teaghlach, ach theastaigh uaidh freisin spás dá chuid féin a fháil.

He wanted to be there for the family, but he also wanted to find space for himself.

I gcoinne sin, bhí Maeve lán de spleodar agus fuinneamh.

In contrast, Maeve was full of excitement and energy.

Bhí ar intinn aici dul ag eachtraíocht agus na sráideanna a fhionnadh i nGaillimh.

She intended to go on an adventure and explore the streets in Gaillimh.

Ach bhí a fhios aici gur chóir di bheith páirteach sa chruinniú teaghlaigh a bhí tábhachtach dá croí.

But she knew she should participate in the family gathering that was important to her heart.

“Beidh an-am agam,” a cheap Maeve, ag samhlú í féin i lár an tslua.

“I will have a great time,” thought Maeve, imagining herself in the midst of the crowd.

Nuair a bhí sé in am imeacht, bhí Ciaran agus Maeve i gcarr mór an teaghlaigh, na cinnirí siar timpeall orthu.

When it was time to leave, Ciaran and Maeve were in the big family car, the leaders all around them.

Lasmuigh den fhuinneog, bhí crainn ag caitheamh a ngúnaí bratacha óra.

Outside the window, trees were shedding their golden banners.

"Tá an taobh istigh den charr seo cosúil le spás na staire," a dúirt Maeve le gáire beag.

"The inside of this car is like a space of history," Maeve said with a little laugh.

Agus iad ar an mbóthar go Gaillimh, mhéadaigh an brú ar Ciaran.

As they were on the road to Gaillimh, the pressure on Ciaran increased.

Cé gur bhain sé taitneamh as an tsuíomh compordach sa charr, bhraith sé an t-ualach freagrachta ina chroí.

Although he enjoyed the comfortable setting in the car, he felt the burden of responsibility in his heart.

"Má cheapann an teaghlach go dtiocfaidh gach rud liom, bheadh níos mó brí ag deireadh an deireadh seachtaine seo.

"If the family thinks everything will fall into place with me, this weekend's end would have more meaning.

Ach caithfidh mé cead a thabhairt dóibh," a dúirt sé leis féin go ciúin.

But I must allow them," he quietly said to himself.

Nuair a shroich siad Gaillimh, bhí an teach teaghlaigh lán le gáire agus cainte.

When they reached Gaillimh, the family house was filled with laughter and chatter.

Bhí boladh anraith te agus arán úr le brath sa chistin.

The smell of hot soup and fresh bread could be sensed in the kitchen.

Bhí gach rud ullamh agus níor mhothaigh Ciaran ná an gá le breathnú ina dhiaidh.

Everything was ready, and neither Ciaran nor anyone else felt the need to keep an eye on things.

Ba ag an nóiméad sin a d'imigh Maeve as na grúpaí teaghlaigh, sásta díriú ar a heachtra féin.

It was at that moment that Maeve departed from the family groups, eager to focus on her own adventure.

Rith sí isteach i lár chathair na Gaillimhe, lán den dreamsciathán agus eachtrannas.

She ran into the city center of Gaillimh, full of curiosity and exploration.

Ach go luath, thuig sí go raibh sí imithe i bhfad uaidh agus go raibh sí cailte.

But soon, she realized that she had gone too far and was lost.

I measc an teas agus an torann faoina bhfuil ann, chuir sí glaoch ar Ciaran.

Amid the heat and noise below, she called Ciaran.

Ní raibh sé éasca, ach níor theip sé uirthi.

It wasn't easy, but she didn't fail.

Chuaigh sé amach as a chrios chompordach agus chuir sé tús lena thuras go dtí croílár chathair ina raibh a ndeirfiúr.

He stepped out of his comfort zone and started his journey to the heart of the city where his sister was.

Nuair a chonaic an bheirt iad féin, abair le chéile. “Bhí ionbhá orm, Maeve.

When the two saw each other, they said, “I empathized, Maeve.

Ach tá an teaghlach seo tábhachtach dúinn beirt,” a dúirt sé, ag tabhairt barróg uirthi.

But this family is important to both of us,” he said, giving her a hug.

Agus an oíche ag titim, d’fhill siad abhaile i nGaillimh.

As night fell, they returned home in Gaillimh.

Rinne Maeve aithníonn an luach atá ag an teaghlach agus dúirt sí, “Tá suaimhneas agus spraoi ag teacht le chéile, nach bhfuil?”

Maeve recognized the value of the family and said, “There is peace and fun coming together, isn't there?”

Agus d’fhreastail Ciaran, ag mothú níos éadroime leis an gceol teaghlaigh timpeall orthu.

And Ciaran nodded, feeling lighter with the family music around them.

Ag an deireadh, d’fhoghlaim Ciaran ligean dóibh sáinn a fháil, agus thuig Maeve an tábhacht a bhí le bheith ann dá chéile.

In the end, Ciaran learned to let them get through their struggles, and Maeve understood the importance of being there for each other.

Sa teach mór teaghlaigh sin i nGaillimh, leagadh na duilleoga corcra agus dúchta le chéile chun scéal iontach nua a mheas.

In that great family house in Gaillimh, the purple and ink leaves lay together to reflect a wonderful new story.