Bhí lá fuar, ach geal, i mBaile Átha Cliath.

It was a cold, yet bright day in Baile Átha Cliath.

Bhí sneachta beagánáin ar thalamh an Pháirc Naomh Stiofáin.

There was a light dusting of snow on the ground in Páirc Naomh Stiofáin.

Sa gheimhreadh, bhí an phictiúr go hálainn fós.

In the winter, the picture was still beautiful.

Bhí daoine ag siúl le chéile, ag gáire agus ag déanamh ceiliúradh ar Lá Fhéile Bríde.

People were walking together, laughing and celebrating Lá Fhéile Bríde.

San áit seo, bhí Aoife, Ronan agus Siobhán ag teacht le chéile mar chlann.

In this place, Aoife, Ronan, and Siobhán were gathering as a family.

Bhí Aoife ansin, ag féachaint ar a dheartháir agus a deirfiúr le háthas ach le hesieacht istigh inti.

Aoife was there, looking at her brother and sister with joy but with a restlessness inside her.

Bhí sí an craiteach faoi phlé a pleananna.

She was very anxious about discussing her plans.

Bhí tairiscint poist aici thar lear, rud a chuir uirthi mothúchán éagsúil.

She had a job offer abroad, which made her feel a mix of emotions.

Anois, ba chóir di caint nó fanacht ciúin?

Now, should she speak or remain silent?

Siobhán, an deirfiúr óg, bhraith sí beagáinín imeallach.

Siobhán, the younger sister, felt a bit left out.

Bhí sí buartha nach raibh sí tábhachtach do chlann.

She was worried that she wasn't important to the family.

Bhí sí ag iarraidh a neamhspleáchas a thaispeáint.

She wanted to show her independence.

Ach díreach anois, bhí rud éigin aisteach ag tarlú idir Aoife agus Ronan.

But right now, something strange was happening between Aoife and Ronan.

"An bhfuil rud ar do chroí, Aoife?

"Do you have something on your mind, Aoife?"

" a d'fhiafraigh Siobhán go géar.

asked Siobhán sharply.

Chas Aoife a ceann agus d'fhéach sí go drámatúil ar a beirt.

Aoife turned her head and looked dramatically at the two of them.

"Tá post nua agam.

"I have a new job.

Ar an gcoigríoch," ar sí go bog.

Abroad," she said softly.

Stad an t-aer ar feadh nóiméid.

The air stopped for a moment.

Go tobann, bhí Siobhán maslach.

Suddenly, Siobhán was upset.

“Cén fáth?

"Why?

An bhfágann tú muid?

Are you leaving us?"

” a scread sí, mothúcháin ar tí pléascadh.

she screamed, emotions about to explode.

Bhí Ronan ciúin, ag faire an argóint, ag tuiscint go raibh níos mó i gceist ná a rá.

Ronan was silent, watching the argument, understanding that there was more to it than just saying.

Bhí a fhios aige go maith cad ba cheart a rá.

He knew well what should be said.

"Caithfimid cainteanna a dhéanamh," ar sé.

"We need to have a conversation," he said.

D’fhág an triúr deartháireacha agus dheirfiúracha an ciúnas air.

The three siblings left the silence behind.

Shiúil siad go mall trí na crainn lom, ag coinneáil a gcinn síos ar dtús.

They walked slowly through the bare trees, keeping their heads down at first.

Ach de réir a chéile, thosaigh siad ag caint.

But gradually, they began to talk.

D'inis Aoife a imní.

Aoife expressed her worries.

Go raibh sí buartha nach dtacóidís léi.

That she was concerned they wouldn't support her.

Dúirt sí freisin go raibh grá aici dóibh agus go raibh an cinneadh seo deacair.

She also said she loved them and that this decision was difficult.

Ag an maraí, thuig Siobhán nach raibh muid ina haonar.

Eventually, Siobhán realized she wasn't alone.

Bhí an lán fonn uirthi a neamhspleáchas féin a chruthú, níos mó ná riamh.

She was very eager to prove her own independence, more than ever.

Bhí Ronan sásta, sásta go bhféadfadh siad labhairt go hionraic faoi na difríochtaí eatarthu.

Ronan was pleased, pleased that they could talk openly about the differences between them.

Shuí siad ar an mbinse sa ghairdín, an ghaoth ag croitheadh na gcrann timpeall orthu.

They sat on the bench in the garden, the wind shaking the trees around them.

Bhí tuiscint ann anois, agus geallúint go dtacóidís lena chéile.

There was understanding now, and a promise to support each other.

Bhí gliondar ar Aoife.

Aoife was delighted.

Tuigfidh siad, fiú má bhí sé deacair ar dtús.

They would understand, even if it was difficult at first.

Bhí grá fós ann agus tacú.

There was still love and support.

Ag an deireadh, bhog an triúr go ciúin, ach go muiníneach, as an bpáirc, ag féachaint ar thodhchaí níos soiléire.

In the end, the three moved quietly, yet confidently, out of the park, looking toward a clearer future.

Bhí an dul ag tabhairt tacaíochta na clainne torthaí nua uaireanta, ach bhí siad toilteanach an t-eachtra sin a ghlacadh.

The journey of embracing family support sometimes brought new challenges, but they were willing to take that adventure.