Ilunga

The first time you came to me crying and pleading for forgiveness, I believed you. Everyone makes mistakes, I know that, and I thought you understood the gravity of what you had done. I thought you would never fail me again.

The second time you fell on your knees and implored for mercy I dismissed your actions again. I held onto a shred of hope that you would comprehend how much damage you were causing to me, to us.

And now you’ve approached me for the third time to ask for a pardon over this same matter. See that door? Walk through it and never come back.