" ‘What’s that?’ Alex asks.
‘Today, we’re going to make a chocolate cake. You like chocolate cake, don’t you?’
‘I don’t know,’ he smiles. ‘Probably.’
I start unpacking the food I’ve brought with me onto the table while Alex sits on a high stool and watches my every move with a smile. His eyes are an ocean of warmth, tenderness and love.
‘Have you got a blender?’ I ask.
‘I don’t even know what that is,’ he replies, without taking his beautiful eyes off me, his face one big smile.
There is so much awe in his gaze that I feel like a Christmas tree.
‘Just as I thought,’ I tell him. ‘That’s why you’re going to help me.’ And I hand him a whisk.
He perks up and it even seems as if the shadow of sadness in his eyes evaporates. They are lit up with enthusiasm and the desire to learn something new, which Alex loves like nothing else.
I separate the egg whites from the yolks, hand him the bowl and say, ‘Whisk!’
He is at a loss for a while, but I deliberately don’t show him what to do and he quickly works it out and starts beating the soon-to-be sponge cake.
"