Therapy: Science Fiction

It wanted up, and it wasn't going to go away. She closed her eyes against the horrible sight of the burned, charred child, and opened her arms. It was--lighter than a real child that size ought to be. And crackly. The smell was like barbecue, and when she felt herself salivate she gagged. "Mommy?" the child said. "Mommy, do you love me?" "Yes," she said brokenly. "Yes, I love you very much." "Then look at me." She forced her eyes open and looked at the creature in them, the one that looked like the body of her baby when she was carried out of the burning house. "I forgive you, Mommy. It was an accident."

Inspiration: The cat was being persistent about wanting up.
Story Potential: Medium.
Notes: This is some sort of therapy program in the future. So maybe it goes wrong. Or maybe it goes right. This is kinda just a set-up, not the actual story.