And I can be happy alone in my den

or with my kids until they grow and leave me. 

I wish I could stay home. Making breakfast and dinner for my sons. Working home and making decent money that allows me to buy food and things for my sons and me. 

The speaker plays Mozart violin sonata by Henryk Szeryng and Ingrid Haebler. I just had a sausage, potatoes and mustard sauce. I feel calm and mildly happy. I wish I could make my wife taste the dinner I prepared. 

My second son is sleeping and my first boy is on his way home after school. Everything would be perfect if my wife is here with me. Dinner, Mozart, and our sons. 

Of course, it was not in my fate that I would have everything. The most important one in my life is missing. She had to go before me. 

I will stay home and play Mozart and prepare meals. I really sound like a good housewife. But I am not a housewife. I am just a widower.