In response to an exploration about the apparent injustice suffered by the older son in the Prodigal Son parable, I offered this 'ending' from his perpsective...

The father turned and went back into the house, saddened that his first-born son, whom he loved dearly, had become so angry and bitter.

All alone, the son stalked off back to the fields, hot tears streaming down his face and blurring his vision.  Sitting alone, he replayed all that happened over the years, and especially in the last few hours.  Realising that he had lost his way, that he, too, had behaved badly, he began to understand something of his father’s extravagant celebration.  Entering the house, he first sought out his father, to apologise, and then his brother, to welcome him home.  Finally, loading his plate with food, sitting with his family and joining in the banter, he experienced his own homecoming welcome in the safety of all who loved him. And there was great rejoicing in heaven…