[ WP ] Poor people are able to pawn off their memories .

I do n't exactly have much left. But what i have i will gladly give for her. 
 
 I hold the letter, the only letter i will ever need, in my hand as i walk towards the pawn shop. 
 
 This is one of the seedier parts of town, nowhere else would do what i discussed with the owner not 2 hours ago. While memories are one thing, someones entire existence is another. But i have to, if she is to survive this i will have to do what is needed. 
 
 I enter the dimly lit shop to see a large, rough looking man behind the counter. He fits the voice i heard over the phone perfectly. 
 
 `` Greg?'' I ask as i approach the counter and put my license down on the murky glass case displaying items for sale, mostly memories in CD form, little notes stuck to each case denoting exactly what is contained on each of these once innocuous, everyday items. 
 
 `` Thas' me'' he replies in a deep growl as he picks up my license and holds it up as if confirming the picture is actually me. 
 `` Mr Davies, I found a buyer almost immediately, as i said i probably would. There's a couple 20 miles away, never had children''. He looks at me through narrowed eyes and asks the final question. The one that will seal my fate. 
 `` You sure you want to go through with this? Its irreversible y'know'' 
 
 I think back to all the memories i have already sold, mostly for the equivalent of pocket change, to feed her, clothe her, buy her birthday presents. That was nothing. She needs this surgery if she's going to live to see 12, and my baby girl is worth everything to me. If i do n't do this she'll be dead within the month. If i do, she could have a full life, a happy life. The doctor promised me she would get the minimum of 25 more years. And to keep her alive i will do just about anything, Even if it means i'll forget everything about her. 
 
 I look down at the note in my hand. The doctors name, address, reason for going and the strict instructions to hand over the money in my daughters name. I look at the picture in my wallet as i put my license back and think of her. Allow myself one last chance to remember everything about her. Her birthdays, her singing, the way she calls me daddy, even at 11 years old. 
 
 I think of forgetting every little thing about her. And i nod before i can change my mind. 
 
 `` Do it.'' 
 
 He nods silently and gestures to a chair through the open door behind him. 
 
 `` Take a seat Mr Davies''
