Searching for Eduardo, last seen near El Paso in 1995

In 1995 near El Paso, I lost the person who meant the world to me — my daughter, Eduardo. There was no work, no food, no future. The journey north felt like our only hope. At the time, Eduardo was just 55. We were caught up in the chaos at the border processing center in El Paso. What I miss most is Sunday mornings when the whole family would cook together. There was a brief call in 2019. We've heard nothing since. Eduardo would be around 86 years old now. Last I saw them, they were average height, lean build, with curly black hair. My mother prays for them every single night. If anyone has any information about Eduardo, please reach out. Even knowing they are alive would mean everything.