Last vigil for Kian: 'Nakikiiyak din ang langit'

Kian’s parents, Saldy and Lorenza, opted to take a rest from the media. When a TV reporter attempted to ask questions, Lorenza shied away from the camera and said her throat had gone unbearably sore. “Masakit na po talaga, promise po, masakit na talaga,” she told the reporter. (It's really painful, believe me, it's already painful.)

Earlier on Friday, they filed torture and murder charges against the Caloocan policemen who allegedly killed their son during the drug raid on August 16.

There was at least an inch or two of rainwater flooding the ground outside the Delos Santos’ home, but it did not overflow as much as the slain teenager's visitors. Relatives and friends from afar arrived for the last night of Kian’s wake. Young and old strangers introduced themselves to Kian’s family, recalling the articles they had read on the internet, and how heartbroken they had felt after reading the news.

In the alleys surrounding the wake, people at 3 tables shuffled cards through the night. In the Philippines, betting games are traditionally played during wakes in order to raise money for the family of the dead. The game was either tong-its or pusoy.

Young men had either a bottle of beer or a cup of brandy in hand. In the background played the song that Kian's friends composed for him.. The last lines of the rap song goes:

"Niyakap niya ito, sabay bulong, anak, mag-ingat ka. 
Ian, hanggang dito na lang, paalam, mami-miss kita."

Meanwhile, kids played around, saying hi’s and hello’s to reporters, whose presence they had gotten used to.

From the roof of a neighbor's home, white T-shirts plastered with a black ribbon and the words “Justice For Kian” hung to dry. The plan was for everyone to wear the same shirt at the procession on Saturday, August 26, when they bring Kian to his resting place.

In the room where Kian lay, the flowers had started to wilt. Only the names of their senders in ribbons glowed with glitter – many of them the names of politicians who had visited the wake. The visitors’ register was also almost-filled. There were probably more strangers than friends listed on it, at least a fourth of whom were government officials. One of them even placed a campaign sticker on it. 

The top of Kian’s coffin had been filled with his favorite snacks – cheese-flavored chips, chocolate-flavored wafers, and some bread. Poems, letters, and portraits of Kian were displayed around him, from both friends and strangers who were almost his age. 

Above the glass top, a yellow chick sat. The local tradition says chicks are supposed to be placed on top of the coffin of someone who died questionably, in an attempt to “peck” on the conscience of the perpetrators of the crime. 

On the last night of Kian’s wake, the chick barely pecked. It only rested. –