My sister Guadalupe — we were torn apart in 2011

In 2011 near Phoenix, I lost the person who meant the world to me — my sister, Guadalupe. We joined the caravan hoping for safety in numbers. Guadalupe was 8 years old at the time. We were caught up in a traffic stop that turned into a detention in Phoenix. The thing that haunts me is remembering playing soccer in the dusty field behind our neighborhood. The phone number stopped working around 2021. Every lead has gone cold. Guadalupe would be around 23 years old now. Last I saw them, they were thin and wiry, always moved with quick energy. The not knowing is worse than any bad news could be. If anyone has any information about Guadalupe, please reach out. Even knowing they are alive would mean everything.