Bhí na duilleoga ag déanamh damhsa sa ghaoth earraigh.

The leaves were dancing in the spring wind.

Lá álainn Cásca a bhí ann, agus bhí an lárionad vótála plódaithe le daoine ag déanamh a gcuid dualgas cathartha.

It was a beautiful Easter day, and the voting center was crowded with people doing their civic duty.

Bhí Niamh ann, ag faire amach go gcríochnódh toghchán an lae go rathúil.

Niamh was there, making sure that the day's election would end successfully.

Bhí sí i gcónaí dírithe ar an bpobal, agus ba é sin a paisean is mó.

She always focused on the community, and that was her greatest passion.

Ach sa lá cúpla lá roimhe seo, bhí sí ag mothú rud éigin aisteach.

But in the days leading up to this, she felt something strange.

Bhí meadhrán agus pian aici ó am go chéile, ach níor inis sí d’éinne.

She had dizziness and pain from time to time, but she didn't tell anyone.

N’fheadar sí go raibh daoine tábhachtach, agus obair a dhéanamh.

She knew people were important, and doing the work.

Bhí Cian agus Fintan, beirt chara léi agus comhoibrithe sa lárionad, gnóthach le cuir in eagar.

Cian and Fintan, two friends of hers and coworkers at the center, were busy organizing things.

Thug Fintan fógra ar pháipéar mór thall; chuir sé ionadh air gurbh í Niamh a bhí níos ciúine ná mar is gnách.

Fintan noticed a large notice on the paper, surprised that Niamh was quieter than usual.

"An bhfuil tú ceart go leor, a Niamh?" arsa Cian, agus é ag cur suime inti.

"Are you okay, Niamh?" asked Cian, showing interest in her.

"Tá mé ceart go leor," d'fhreagair Niamh go borb, cé gur chuir an pian borradh ina cloigeann.

"I'm fine," Niamh answered curtly, though pain throbbed in her head.

Lean an reibil ó láimh i láimh.

The hubbub continued hand in hand.

Chuaigh an slua isteach agus amach, agus Niamh ag déanamh iarracht gach fadhb, gach ceist a réiteach.

The crowd moved in and out, with Niamh trying to solve every problem, every question.

Ach ansin, ag am tráthúil an lae, nuair a bhí an áit níos gnóthaí ná riamh, thit sí i laige.

But then, at the busiest time of the day, she fainted.

Tháinig turraing ar gach duine.

Everyone was shocked.

Rith Cian agus Fintan chuici, agus cuireadh suaimhneas ar na vótálaithe eile go tapaidh.

Cian and Fintan ran to her, and quickly reassured the other voters.

"Niamh!" arsa Fintan, agus é ag géilleadh di. "Caithfidh tú dul chuig an dochtúir."

"Niamh!" said Fintan, supporting her. "You must go to the doctor."

D'fhéach Niamh suas, neamhbhuaiteach.

Niamh looked up, indifferent.

D'aontaigh sí sa deireadh.

She finally agreed.

Bhí a corp ag rádh rud éigin nár theastaigh uaithi éisteacht leis.

Her body was telling her something she didn't want to listen to.

Nuair a dhún na doirse ar an lárionad, thug Cian agus Fintan í chuig an dochtúir áitiúil.

When the center doors closed, Cian and Fintan took her to the local doctor.

Sa chlinic, d'éist an dochtúir léi go foighneach.

At the clinic, the doctor listened to her patiently.

Mhínigh sé di, i bhfocail shimplí, nach raibh sí lag as láthair, ach ciallmhar mar gur lorg sí cabhair.

He explained to her, in simple words, that she wasn't weak for taking a pause, but wise for seeking help.

Fuair Niamh ceacht an lae sin.

Niamh learned a lesson that day.

Ní mór do dhuine aire a thabhairt dó féin chun aire a thabhairt do dhaoine eile i gceart.

One must take care of oneself in order to properly care for others.

I mbruachbhaile cluthar lena cairde dílis taobh léi, gheall sí go ndéanfadh sí an saghas céanna don phobal, ach as seo amach, aire dá sláinte féin thar gach rud eile.

In the cozy suburb with her loyal friends beside her, she promised to do the same for the community, but from now on, prioritize her own health above everything else.

Bhí mothú sásaimh ann, agus thug an teachtaireacht a síocháin.

There was a sense of satisfaction, and the message brought her peace.

Chuaigh Niamh abhaile leis an ngealltanas go mbeadh lá níos gile ann amárach.

Niamh went home with the promise that there would be a brighter day tomorrow.

Agus sna gaotha bog, mhothaigh sí an suaimhneas á thionlacan.

And in the soft winds, she felt peace accompanying her.