Child's Doll and the letters of Franz Kafta

In life we lose, but it's an art to handle that loss.

It's a real-life story of a writer who had imposter syndrome, he burnt 90% of his work during his life. And advised his literary descendent to waste the rest of the 10%.

Fortunately, it didn't happen that way and his work was even published after his death(1924).

He was so good at composing letters, that he often wrote letters to his friends, family, and father particularly.

Our story is also about letters, letters of kindness, of adventure, and above all of consolation.

One day kafta was walking in the park in Berlin. There he saw a crying baby girl who was in a terrible state, a child could ever have.

Any guesses as to what could have happened?

He was so shaken after seeing her crying that he reached out to her and asked her the reason behind her distress.

She told him that her doll had been lost.

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Poor soul.

Recall the childhood dolls you used to dress up and take care of everything from combing to feeding to making them sleep peacefully in their bed.

Now imagine the pain of losing those dolls. I can relate, I had gone through a similar pain.

Anyhow, he searched for her doll around them but he couldn't find it. He wanted to share the child's pain and remove her innocent sadness.

Therefore, He chose to be kind to a child on her loss. He told her to come again here the next day to search for the doll again.

The next day they searched again but couldn't find it.

Kafta was a writer and writers are creative personnel. They know how to fix others with words.

He told the child that your doll had sent him a letter about her whereabouts. The child insisted to read them and see them.

Kafta went home and wrote a letter from the doll to the child.

He read the letter to the child in the park when they met next saying:

Don't mourn me, I have gone on a world tour to explore different places. I'll write you about my adventures(stay tuned, I'll be right back, my words).

Afterward, she received many letters from the doll, which Kafta would read to her.

What was inside those letters? We don't know but maybe we can guess.

Those might have included the stories of doll's visits to different historical places, restaurants, playlands, shopping malls, or anything a girl ever wishes to go.

Maybe the child was forcefully marrying her doll to someone she disapproved and she ran away from the home.

Maybe the doll wanted to live a life with freedom which the child wasn't offering her, they barely have any freedom themselves.

Those letters could have all the complaints or doll's feelings she always wanted to tell.

But one thing those letters surely did. It comforted the child that her doll wasn't in disguise instead she was in a good state of her life.

She was happy to live without her doll if the cost was her doll's happiness.

That's how the letters of kafta healed a child's heart. How many of us do this to our children and for this long? I'm afraid we're short of this skill.

One day kafta gave her doll back to her (after purchasing one from the market), saying your doll has returned from the world tour.

The child immediately recognized that it wasn't her doll and objected.

Kafta gave her another letter from the doll that said:

My adventures have changed me.

The child took her dear doll and loved her fully as she used to do before.

Here ended the chronicles of kafta's(doll's) letters to the child.

Kafta died one year later due to tuberculosis and never married. He thought of marriage and having children as extremely honorable deeds, but he never did.

And about the child, she kept loving her doll who had experiences of different countries. When the girl was grown into an adult, she found a mysterious crevice inside her doll.

On opening that she found a letter, this time not from her doll but from Franz Kafta saying:

We all lose things, people, status, friendships, and the love of the people we love.

We cry, get angry, and want them back.

But in this chaos, we forget to see things differently. We become afraid of not finding that thing or their love again.

But things return, love returns in a different way. We just can't recognize that because we are busy complaining.

We ignore our new blessings and keep on crying over the lost blessings.

Surely we are taught for this reason:

If you become grateful, I will give you more.

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