The Prodigal Son By Henry King, Alijaah Evans, Jayden de Beaux
Father, give me the share of the property that will belong to me.
A few days later the younger son took his belongings and sold the proprty.
After he spent all his money, there was a severe famine and he had nothing so he got a job as a pig feeder. he wasn't earning enough money so he said to himself.
How many of my fathers hired hands have bread enough to spare, but here I am dying of hunger, so I will say, Father I have sinned against heaven and before you, I am no longer willing to be called your son.
Quickly, Bring out the robe! the best one! and put it on him. put a ring on his finger and sandals on his feet. get the fatted calf and kill it, let us celebrate. For this son of mine was dead and now is alive. he was lost and now is found.