This is a question I have asked every single person I could.

Some say that it's a matter of perspective. Others said that it was about what you tried to accomplish. I felt that it was the difference between peace and war. My sister told me it was just a job title.

My name is Tuesday Winter Wight. When i was alive and could move freely I was called The Ultimate Inventor, The Ultimate Ambassador and The Ultimate Secret Keeper. These titles came after I invented thought to text technology, I stopped all war by asking them what was the problem and actually helping, I even made a true peace by having proper blackmail on every world leader.

My mother was a Saint because she found and made a cure for every single disease. She made a universal antipoison that made all poison useless. She was hailed as a gift to all humanity. My dad was the demon king of the political world. He became the absolute king of earth due to the fact he bought every piece of land on earth.

When I was seventeen I contracted a odd disease. it was never before seen in the world.

It slowly cell by cell turned my body into a Rose Pink Diamond. At first I didn't notice anything. But about six months later my fingers and legs grew numb.

When I turned eighteen I could no longer move most my body. Infact it turned most my skin to diamond. When I was laying in a hospital bed one day I asked my mother that question.

Do you know what she told me?

"Little lamb." My mother called me. "You are my daughter. A genius above genius. I never really understood your odd obsession with this idea of a Saint and a Sinner. So Here is a bit of advice to bring to your next life. When you look at the world you should never look in the idea of 'Black' is evil and 'White' is good. It is all about varying shades of grey. Just look at your father and I. I am a world renowned saint and doctor. But It never tells you of the mountain of corpses I made to solve those problems. Or the fact that I loved to cut into the flesh of each of those subjects. Just the feeling of their lives in my hands and the control of life and death was what made me wake up in the morning. While your father is a politician that solved world hunger, wars and even racism. But he will never be accepted as a good person because of the cold and dirtied term of politician. He will be a money grubbing, cynical liar with a tongue of silver. Till his name is forgotten. And I would say it's all thanks to the status our jobs afford us and common ideals of what we are."

So I stupidly asked her how she sees me.

"How I see you. Well I guess a test subject and a drain on my resources would be the start. You see if you never got this disease then I would see you as a cash tree. But now all I can see is a drain on my money and a thing to test my new 'cures' on I can't really say I could ever see you as my daughter. But I guess that is to be expected as I don't see my other children as... well my children. Monday is my successor. Wendsday is a writer. Thursday ran away from me. Friday is your fathers daughter. Saturday is a disgusting entertainer. Sunday is just my youngest piece of trash just to be thrown away or to give me Glory. Like the rest of you little brats. That is how I see you." Now she had a demented smile and said. "Now honey tell me if this hurts."

She then stabbed a needle directly into my heart.

Everything began to go black and I had the feeling of falling. Everything was sort of just passing.