My mother Teresa — we were torn apart in 2022

In 2022 near Dallas, I lost the person who meant the world to me — my mother, Teresa. There was no work, no food, no future. The journey north felt like our only hope. At the time, Teresa was just 34. Everything fell apart during the sudden deportation order carried out in Dallas. What I miss most is the birthday parties where the whole block would show up. The phone number stopped working around 2023. We've heard nothing since. Teresa would be around 38 years old now. I'd recognize them anywhere — medium height, athletic build, with a distinctive walk. There's a hole in our family that only they can fill. If anyone has any information about Teresa, please reach out. Any detail, no matter how small, could bring us back together.