momofgale: My husband left us, and now my 12-year-old daughter is depressed. How can I help her? Top Answer: 15 upvotes 2 downyvotes cityyouthcounselor: Your daughter is grieving and likely ... [+]
momofgale: My husband left us, and now my 12-year-old daughter is depressed. How can I help her? Top Answer: 15 upvotes 2 downyvotes cityyouthcounselor: Your daughter is grieving and likely ... [+]
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