Looking for my son, adopted from Chongqing around 2011

In 2011, I made the hardest decision of my life. I placed my son for adoption in Chongqing. There is not a single day that goes by when I don't think about them. I was 17 years old, alone, and had no means to provide the life my child deserved. The decision wasn't made lightly — it was made through tears and prayers. 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 son would be approximately 15 years old now. Every birthday is bittersweet. I celebrate silently, hoping they're thriving. If you were adopted from Chongqing around 2011, if the details match, please reach out. I don't want to disrupt your life. I just want to know you're okay. Sometimes I hear their voice in my dreams and wake up reaching for the phone.