56 The Clock- Part 3

"You know you can tell me anything, right?" said her mother as he held her hand which rested on her mother's lap, "You were always like this even when you were small. As much as you would speak on random things when it came to your deep feelings, you were always quiet in that matter."

"Belle was the naughtiest child if you asked me, Mabel," her father chipped in, a chuckle erupting through his mouth, "Now she is less naughty. I remember the time she threw a stone at the orchard tree and Ms. Gwen was right there to receive the stone on her head."

Belle smiled hearing this, leaning towards her mother, she placed her hand on her mother's shoulders, "I must have troubled you both a lot," and she felt her mother kiss the top of her head.