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TĂĄ brĂłn ag breathnĂș thar mo ghualainn le fada an lĂĄ anois. Ag 19 mbliana d'aois d'fhulaing mĂ© cailleadh beirte a raibh grĂĄ mĂłr agam dĂłibh laistigh de sheacht mĂ­ Ăłna chĂ©ile. DĂ©anann lĂ­nte as dialann a choinnigh mĂ© ag an am cur sĂ­os ar an gcaoi ‘TĂĄim lĂĄn de mhothĂșchĂĄin nach dtuigim’; 'tĂĄ mo ghiĂșmar an-athraitheach, ceann nĂ­os measa nĂĄ an chĂ©ad cheann eile'; ‘Is mian liom uaireanta go bhfaighfinn bĂĄs’; ‘MothaĂ­m chomh uaigneach’; ‘Is cosĂșil go bhfuilim in ann rudaĂ­ a lĂĄimhseĂĄil ar feadh tamaill ach tar Ă©is trĂ©imhse ĂĄirithe mothaĂ­m ag plĂ©ascadh’. Mhothaigh mĂ© fĂ©in go raibh na mothĂșchĂĄin lĂĄidre seo agam mĂ­onna tar Ă©is na mĂ©ala. Thug an scrĂ­bhneoireacht deis dom mĂ© fĂ©in a chur in iĂșl (mar atĂĄ sa dĂĄn thuas) gan ualach a chur ar dhaoine eile. NĂ­ raibh a fhios agam Ă© an uair sin ach bhĂ­ na mothĂșchĂĄin sin go lĂ©ir gnĂĄth. EispĂ©ireas an-aonair is ea an ghrĂĄin agus nĂ­ thaistealaĂ­onn sĂ© ar aon chĂșrsa ar leith. NĂ­l aon bhealach ceart nĂł mĂ­cheart le brĂłn.

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