It’s 1951. My Dad is eating with his 8 siblings. They are eating together in one big pan.
There is only one big piece of meat. The system for sharing the meat is simple. The oldest bites whatever they want first. Then the next person follows.
They are done eating. It’s time to share the meat. My Dad starts crying. He is the youngest of the 8. There is no chance he is getting a bite today. He leaves and moves to a corner crying.
After the meal, his bigger brother comes and gives him some meat.
He wiped his tears and asked, “How did you manage that”?
He said, “I bit a bigger portion and saved some for you”
