Léir na duilleoga dearga buí ar na crainn timpeall an tí.

The red and yellow leaves on the trees around the house were vivid.

Bhí an feadóg ag canadh go ciúin in aice leis an loch.

The feadóg was singing quietly next to the lake.

Bhí Aoife agus Ronan ag breathnú amach ón doras.

Aoife and Ronan were looking out from the door.

Bhí tús na Fómhair ann, agus bhí an t-aer slán agus úr.

It was the beginning of Autumn, and the air was crisp and fresh.

Bhí an teachín a d'fhás siad suas ann, lán d'áilleacht na Cuimhneacháin.

The little cottage where they grew up was full of the beauty of memories.

Bhí Aoife ciúin.

Aoife was silent.

Ní raibh sí ag iarraidh an teachín a chailleadh.

She didn't want to lose the cottage.

"Caithfimid é a choinneáil," a dúirt sí le glór láidir.

"We have to keep it," she said with a strong voice.

Bhíodh samhraí breátha acu anseo féin is a seantuismitheoirí grámhara.

They used to have lovely summers here with their loving grandparents.

Ba í sin teach a seanmháthair.

This was their grandmother's house.

"Ach, Aoife," arsa Ronan, ag gáire beagáinín, "Tá an domhan mór amuigh ansin.

"But, Aoife," said Ronan, smiling a little, "there's a whole world out there.

Níl mé ag iarraidh fanacht anseo i gcónaí.

I don't want to stay here forever."

"D'fheach Aoife ar a dheartháir.

Aoife looked at her brother.

Knew sí go maith é.

She knew him well.

Ba é an dinimic dheirfiúr-dheartháir a thug cumha inmheánach.

It was the brother-sister dynamic that brought an inner longing.

Chuaigh siad isteach sa teachín, áite a mbíodh sé níos ciúina ná boscaí bróg ar seilfeannaí anois.

They went into the cottage, a place now quieter than boxes of shoes on shelves.

Bhí an t-áras féin, le rian an té a raibh na sean-rudaí uirthi a d'úsáid sí go laethúil.

The room itself bore the trace of the person who had daily used the old things.

Go tobann, sílim Aoife bogadh sna peictiúir sean.

Suddenly, Aoife thought she saw movement in the old pictures.

"Seo," a dúirt Aoife, "féach air seo!

"Here," said Aoife, "look at this!"

" Bhí leabhar litreach ann, liath agus righin, leis an ainmneacha 'Aoife agus Ronan' air, i lámhscríbhinn a seanmháthar.

There was a letter book, gray and stiff, with the names 'Aoife and Ronan' on it, in their grandmother's handwriting.

D'oscail siad an leabhar go mall.

They opened the book slowly.

Bhí litir istigh.

There was a letter inside.

Léigh siad í amach os ard.

They read it aloud.

Scríobh sí faoina saol ag fás suas sa teachín, an tábhacht a bhí ag an talamh sin di, agus an chaoi a raibh sí ag iarraidh go raibh a clann ag teacht le chéile anseo.

She wrote about her life growing up in the cottage, the importance that the land held for her, and how she wanted her family to come together here.

Tháinig deora go tapa i súile Ronan.

Tears quickly came to Ronan's eyes.

"An bhfuil an t-ádh orainn é seo?

"Are we lucky to have this?"

" a d'fiafraigh sé.

he asked.

Anois, bhí an oidhreacht ina rud pearsanta dó.

Now, the heritage was something personal for him.

Thóg Aoife a lámh agus chuir sí ar ghualainn Ronan é.

Aoife took her hand and put it on Ronan's shoulder.

"Tá sé tábhachtach an teachín a choinneáil, tá sé cínnte sin.

"It's important to keep the cottage, that's for sure.

Ach déanfaimid é a choimeád mar ár dteachán.

But we'll keep it as our little house."

" Samhlaíodh sí aghaidh pitseámaí, radharc nóta coisce, agus teas na hoidhreachta.

She imagined pajama-clad faces, the sight of a warning note, and the warmth of the heritage.

Ag breathnú amach tríd an bhfuinneog, bhí an loch ag gealánú go hiontach, is é sin mar a bhí an grian ag imeacht chuig an ngealach.

Looking out through the window, the lake was shimmering beautifully as the sun was giving way to the moon.

"Anois," arsa Aoife agus Ronan, "cuirfimid an baile mór ar bun anseo.

"Now," said Aoife and Ronan, "we'll establish the big home here.

Inniu, tosaímid ó bhonn nua.

Today, we start anew."

"Rinne an teachín suas na scéalta eile amhail is go raibh draíocht ann.

The cottage summed up the other stories as if there were magic there.

Bhí an chlann ceangailte anseo, agus bheadh ann go deo.

The family was connected here, and would be forever.