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For a child as young as twelve years old, depression was something too foreign. At the age of twelve, the age of still having fun, still burying themselves in new things in life, still living with aimless anger. Depression, what is it? Manh Tuan asked himself. He stood in the living room, his head bowed low. The word "depression" was so foreign to him. Mrs. Linh sighed and put the laptop on her lap. She didn't know why her son asked her that question. She also doesn't know who is showing signs of depression in her son's words, but one thing is for sure, that person is very important to Le Manh Tuan. There were many names in my head, male and female, but really, she couldn't think of anyone. Could it be a... Mrs. Linh shook her head a few times. Whoever it was, she didn't expect that the person her son mentioned was the person she was thinking about in her head.