Taylor Cacho
When I think of Mr. Kent, I often find myself thinking about how kind him and his wife, Mrs. June were. I remember not just their kindness, but the way they made my brother and I feel welcome. Their home was a place of warmth, laughter, and comfort. One of my favorite memories is how they always kept “pop-pops” stocked—an endless supply, as if by magic—just waiting for little hands and happy smiles. It wasn’t really about the treats, though. It was about the thoughtfulness, the quiet way they showed us we were cared for. That simple act has stayed with me all these years, a reminder of the joy and love they shared so generously. I cannot thank both of them enough for loving my brother and I as if we were their own grandchildren.