I lar an tsamhraidh, bhí Gleann Dá Loch gleoite.

In the middle of summer, Gleann Dá Loch was beautiful.

Bhí na cnoic glasa agus na seanfhoirgnimh ársa thart.

The hills were green and the ancient buildings were all around.

Bhí an ceol agus gáire le cloisteáil ar fud an bhaile.

Music and laughter could be heard throughout the town.

Bhí féile mhór na sráide ar siúl.

A big street festival was taking place.

I measc na sluaite, bhí cailín darbh ainm Niamh.

Among the crowds was a girl named Niamh.

Cailín ciúin a bhí inti.

She was a quiet girl.

Ba ealaíontóir í, ach níor léirigh sí a saothar do dhuine ar bith go fóill.

She was an artist, but she hadn't shown her work to anyone yet.

Bhí an imní uirthi faoi ohun a déarfadh na daoine.

She was worried about what people would say.

Ach seo bliain speisialta.

But this was a special year.

Chinn Niamh sa deireadh gur cheart di a pictiúir a thaispeáint ag an bhféile.

Niamh finally decided that she should show her paintings at the festival.

Bhraith sí gur céim mhór a bhí ann.

She felt it was a big step.

Ní raibh sí ina haonar, áfach.

She was not alone, however.

Bhí a cara is fearr, Bríd, ann in aice léi.

Her best friend, Bríd, was there beside her.

Cailín féinnáithí a bhí i mBríd, agus bhí sí ag brú ar Niamh dul chun cinn a dhéanamh.

Bríd was a self-assured girl, and she was encouraging Niamh to make progress.

"Niamh, beidh tú go hiontach.

"Niamh, you'll be great.

Tá na pictiúir sin iontach álainn," a dúirt Bríd go muiníneach.

Those pictures are incredibly beautiful," Bríd said confidently.

Tháinig Eoin chuig an sráidbhaile le déanaí.

Eoin had recently come to the village.

Scéalaí ildaite é.

He was a colorful storyteller.

Bhí sé ag lorg inspioráide ó na scéalta áitiúla.

He was looking for inspiration from the local stories.

Chonaic sé pictiúir Niamh le linn an lae agus stop sé.

He saw Niamh's pictures during the day and stopped.

"Álainn!

"Beautiful!

Cé a rinne seo?

Who made this?"

" a d'fhiafraigh sé.

he asked.

Sa chliabhán daingean ina raibh sí, bhraith Niamh eagla mar bhí gach súil now uirthi.

In the firm cradle where she stood, Niamh felt fear as all eyes were now on her.

Ach labhair Bríd ar a son.

But Bríd spoke up for her.

"Is í Niamh an t-ealaíontóir," a dúirt sí go bródúil.

"Niamh is the artist," she said proudly.

Tharraing an chaint aird na ndaoine.

The conversation attracted people's attention.

Thosaigh siad ag cur ceisteanna agus ag tabhairt moladh.

They began asking questions and giving praise.

Bhí Niamh an-neirbhíseach ach d'fhéach Eoin isteach ina súile, lena dhearcadh cineálta.

Niamh was very nervous, but Eoin looked into her eyes with a kindly gaze.

"Ná bí buartha.

"Don't worry.

Tá bronntanas agat.

You have a gift.

Tá tú sa bhaile anseo," a dúirt sé.

You are at home here," he said.

Bhí rogha ag Niamh anois.

Niamh now had a choice.

D’fhéadfadh sí dul ar gcúl nó fáilte a chur roimh an moladh.

She could retreat or welcome the praise.

Roghnaigh sí na focail a ghlacadh leis an gcroí.

She chose to take the words to heart.

D’fhan sí ag labhairt le Eoin agus leis na daoine.

She stayed speaking with Eoin and the people.

Feabhsaigh muinín Niamh.

Niamh's confidence improved.

Mhothaigh sí áthas agus comhtháthú.

She felt happiness and inclusion.

Bhí a cuid scepticism wipeáilte as le béal fliuch, álainn.

Her skepticism was wiped away with a warm, beautiful welcome.

Bhí sí mar chuid den phobal, ar deireadh.

She was part of the community at last.

Agus bhí sí réidh le healaín nua a chruthú.

And she was ready to create new art.

Ag críoch an lae, bhí Niamh breá sásta.

At the end of the day, Niamh was very happy.

Bhí sí tar éis fás agus bhí todhchaí geal os a comhair.

She had grown and had a bright future ahead of her.

Sa ghleann gorm, bhí an saol níos áille ar an deireadh sin.

In the blue valley, life was more beautiful at that end.