Please help me find Camila, my daughter — somewhere in the USA

In 1996, my daughter Camila moved to Houston. For the first couple of years, everything seemed fine. Then silence. After years of declining opportunities, the decision to emigrate was made with heavy hearts. Camila had just turned 19. We said our goodbyes at the airport, promising it wouldn't be forever. For a while, things were good. Camila called regularly from Houston, talking about work in painting houses, about the busy streets. They sent money home when they could, which helped us survive. The last time we heard anything was 1998. The phone number changed and we didn't get the new one. Social media profiles went dark. I still remember Sunday mornings when the whole family would cook together with Camila. I hold onto those moments like a lifeline. Camila would be around 49 now. tall for the family, around 5'10", with an easy grin. My mother prays for them every single night. If you know Camila or have any information, please help us reconnect. We don't care about the reasons for the silence. We just want them back in our lives.