Context: I remember how much I enjoyed Robert Louis Stevenson 's poem , The Land of Counterpane , about a boy who turns his sick bed into an imaginary world . " When I was sick and lay a - bed , I had two pillows at my head , And all my toys beside me lay , To keep me happy all the day . " I half - expected ( wished ? ) to see my mother yesterday when I woke up from one of my naps , coming toward me with the plate in hand -- tick - tick - tick . But now I ' m an adult , more or less , and I have to fend for myself .

Question: How do I feel about my current condition ?
Options:
0. I 'm sad that I do n't have anyone to take care of me now .
1. I 'm fine with it .
2. It does n't matter .
3. I 'm happy about it .
Answer: 0