My daughter fell ill, and even the best doctors couldn’t find a cure. My father urged me to check our mezuzahs. I smiled and assured him that this was the first thing I had done, as per the chinuch instilled in our home. But for some reason, my father insisted, asking me to check the mezuzahs again, even though I had already verified that they were all kosher and meticulously written. I sent them for another check, and to my shock, the sofer discovered that one mezuzah was entirely invalid, and several others had issues with their kashrus. It turned out that the sofer had mistakenly returned someone else’s mezuzahs to me.
Honoring one's parents never brings loss, even when it seems illogical. Immediately after replacing the mezuzahs, my daughter recovered completely, Baruch Hashem!
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