This story is a completely different version of the image of Zapata that I had in mind.  She depicts him has a normal man not like the hero and great man that all of us have in mind.  She basically emasculates him by everything she said about him.  In a way she talks about him in a form that she becomes his mom by saying that she has always been there for him even before he was born and she calls him mi bebito, mi Milianito.  She talks about how much she wish she could rub the grief from his face as if it was smudge on the cheek is just like when a mother does that for her little child.  Also, it talks about how she wish he was Nicolas or Malena, their kids, just so she can grab him in her harms and run up the hills with him and hide him from all the bad things, a reflection of how a mother would grab her kid and try to protect him and hide them if that is what it takes to keep him safe.  In this story she talks about needing him but in a way I think he is the one that needs her.  It talks about him telling her that he only sleeps well when he is with her because in a way he knows that he is protected with her.  He is always nerves, always alert just in case they try to kill him therefore he doesn’t get good rest but when he is with her he sleeps just like a baby.  She even mentions that he can get a good rest since she will be watching over him to make sure nothing bad happens to him.