I really like this question. I must admit that I had to look up what "prodigal" means.
It's similar to the play, The Effects of Gamma Rays on Man-in-the-Moon Marigolds.
There is a danger with stories like this that people in real life can be cast in the roles of characters like "prodigal son" because it becomes convenient to the parents.
I desperately want to be part of my parent's life and I want my son to be part of their life. They are wasteful and indulgent and and I am very frugal and careful with the precious resources God has given to us.
Even close family members are sure I'm the prodigal child, and they're so far off it's trajic. I'm not welcome in my parent's house whatsoever. My parents are always welcome to come stay with me. Even if I was the prodigal son, and I'm not, my parents would never allow me to come home.
It's funny because I'm a cab driver and my sister's a teacher; like my dad. She flies all over the world and blows all sorts of money on wasteful consumer goods and impulse purchases. She has never met her six year old nephew. She is the real prodigal child. She, of course, is welcome in my parent's house.
I have owned houses mortgage-free twice before I turned 40. My sister pays $1500 a month or so in rent and has never owned anything. I'm a cab driver and she's a teacher. Go figure.