We can understand the elder brother. He stayed home and worked the family farm. He did the chores every day, 365 days a year, and endured the old man’s endless quirks. He was the good boy, the dutiful son, the one who stayed home and followed all the rules and did everything he was supposed to do. Now comes the younger brother, the spendthrift, the wastrel, the debauchee, the failure, and he gets a banquet and the old man’s teary embrace. It’s just not fair.