By Hannah H. Kim  Photos by Sorryimworking   y mother bought a
house with her prayer group. The house was built in the early
1980s, a spacious single story with a wraparound porch. The
prayer group hung a banner over the railing that read, HOLY
MOTHER RETREAT HOUSE, and underneath,성모 피정의 집. The man who had
lived in the house prior was elderly, and his children had been
eager to sell for a reduced price because of how long it had
been on the market. They left all the furniture and dishes and
curtains inside. The family had a carpentry business, and the
dining table in particular was especially beautiful—inlaid with
strips of oak and sturdy and light.   My mother envisioned this
house as just the beginning of a larger dream she shared with
Father Park, a Jesuit priest and scholar—her spiritual
counselor. They had organized five other families to purchase
the property the week before it was taken off the market, and my
mother spoke about it dazzled with all they had planned. It was
just a regular house now, she