Looking for my daughter, adopted from Guatemala City around 1996

In 1996, I made the hardest decision of my life. I placed my daughter for adoption in Guatemala City. There is not a single day that goes by when I don't think about them. The circumstances were beyond my control. Poverty, family pressure, and a society that offered no support for a single mother made the choice feel inevitable. The adoption was handled by an international adoption organization. I was told the family was from United States, that they were good people, that my child would have opportunities. My daughter would be approximately 30 years old now. I don't know their adopted name. I don't know what city they live in. But I know they're out there. If you were adopted from Guatemala City around 1996, if the details match, please reach out. I don't want to disrupt your life. I just want to know you're okay. There's a hole in our family that only they can fill.