No matter how much time they want to spend around their children, most parents need to work and provide for their families and that means being away from home for a good part of the day. This is when babysitters step in. Having them in their children’s lives can be a lifesaver.
Of course, it is important that the person the parents trust their child to is a responsible individual who’d take great care of the little one.
A mother named Nicky Maher from Somerset, Massachusetts, decided to secretly film her daughter’s babysitter and now the video is going viral for all the good reasons.

18-year-old Delaney Wilson, who takes care of Maher’s child while she’s at work, is a talented young lady with an enchanting voice. The thing is that she’s too shy to let the world learn of her vocal abilities as she doesn’t believe she sounds that good.
One day, as Maher entered the place and heard the captivating melody of Disney’s song Part of your World from The Little Mermaid, she just knew she needed to put that beautiful moment on tape.
At the start of the recording, Maher could be heard whispering, “this is our babysitter.” As Maher quietly enters the room, Wilson, who is not aware she’s being filmed, lets her voice loose. Her singing becomes more powerful and more profound and Maher can’t hold back her emotions.
Mom secretly records babysitter’s voice while she thinks she’s alone with little girl
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No matter how much time they want to spend around their children, most parents need to work and provide for their families and that means being away from home for a good part of the day. This is when babysitters step in. Having them in their children’s lives can be a lifesaver.
Of course, it is important that the person the parents trust their child to is a responsible individual who’d take great care of the little one.
A mother named Nicky Maher from Somerset, Massachusetts, decided to secretly film her daughter’s babysitter and now the video is going viral for all the good reasons.

18-year-old Delaney Wilson, who takes care of Maher’s child while she’s at work, is a talented young lady with an enchanting voice. The thing is that she’s too shy to let the world learn of her vocal abilities as she doesn’t believe she sounds that good.
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At the start of the recording, Maher could be heard whispering, “this is our babysitter.” As Maher quietly enters the room, Wilson, who is not aware she’s being filmed, lets her voice loose. Her singing becomes more powerful and more profound and Maher can’t hold back her emotions.
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Speaking to Fox News, Maher explained that she had already been aware of the babysitter’s voice before she filmed her. “I was like, I want her to hear herself when she knows nobody’s watching. I was blown away to tears, cried the first time I heard her sing. So, I said Delaney, you have such an insane gift.” Maher wanted to know why Wilson didn’t sing as often and in front of other people. “That’s when she said to me, ‘I just overthink it and I never feel like I sound good enough and I just don’t always feel confident in the way I look,’” Maher explained. “And it just broke my heart.”
Maher asked Wilson if she had a permission to post the video on TikTok, and Wilson agreed. In no time, it vent viral and gathered the attention of a huge number of people.’
“It’s not that she didn’t know she had a talent that so many people have already told her she had,” Maher said. “It’s that she didn’t hear it without knowing she was trying or that someone was watching. So that’s why the video was so beautiful.”
It is so beautiful when you are the reason for someone’s talent to shine.
My Rich Husband Forbade Me from Entering One Room in Our House – I Could Not Stop Crying When I Saw What He Was Hiding

When Alexis’ parents forced her to marry Robert, she had no idea what she was getting herself into. Later, Alexis broke the one rule her husband gave her and entered the room he warned her about, unleashing secrets she wasn’t prepared for.
I couldn’t understand why my parents wanted me to get married before I found someone myself.
“Alexis,” my mother said, “Robert is a catch. He’s a wealthy man who will take care of you. You wouldn’t even have to work.”
I couldn’t refuse. My father had made it clear.
“You marry Robert, Alexis,” he said, puffing on his cigar. “Or you can figure out your own living arrangements.”
In a sense, Robert was my prince charming. Our family had a bakery, which was losing customers because we had no gluten-free options on the menu.
“We will continue to bake what we know,” my father insisted.
Our marriage was definitely an arranged one. Robert’s demeanor was cold, and he refused to let me get to know him properly. I don’t know how my father arranged our connection.
Our wedding was a spectacle of Robert’s affluence, nothing short of extravagant. Robert’s wedding planner had thought of everything.
My wedding dress was a custom piece that he commissioned for me. But even through our wedding planning, we barely spoke.
“I’m looking forward to being married,” he admitted one evening, a few days before the wedding.
“But I don’t know what I’m doing,” he added.
That was the closest Robert had gotten to letting me in.
Two days after our wedding, I moved into our new home.
“Come, I’ll show you around,” Robert said.
He took me around our home, a mansion boasting luxuries I’d never imagined before: sprawling golf courses, a shimmering swimming pool, and a fleet of staff at our beck and call.
“It’s beautiful,” I said when we got to the kitchen. “Everything is beautiful.”
“Now, Alexis, this house belongs to you too,” he declared with a hint of pride.
I smiled at the stranger standing in front of me. Maybe we were going to make something of our marriage.
“But one thing, Alexis,” he said. “There’s one rule. The attic. Never go in there.”
I nodded at Robert. I couldn’t fathom why I wouldn’t be allowed anywhere in the house. But I also recognized that I didn’t know my husband well enough yet. So, I had to obey.
A few days later, Robert went to a meeting, leaving me alone in our massive home.
Driven by curiosity stronger than any warning, I found myself ascending the stairs to the attic. My heart pounded with a mix of fear and excitement. I knew I didn’t have a lot of time.
A quick in and out, I thought to myself.
Pushing the door open, I was met with a sight that sent me to my knees, tears streaming down my face. I didn’t know why I was crying. I didn’t know why I felt confusion and relief at the same time.
The attic, dimly lit, seemed to be a vault of my husband’s hidden memories. Childhood toys lay scattered, each carrying untold stories. Old postcards and photographs of Robert’s life before me. Among the relics were letters from a young boy to his father, a soldier away at war.
“How dare you come in here? Now, I have to change the locks in my own home because my wife does not respect my requests?”
Robert’s face turned red with rage.
“I just want to understand,” I stammered. “I just want to know you, Robert.”
Slowly, his rage dissolved, and he seemed to see me as a companion in his world, instead of the intruder he had made me out to be.
“Alexis,” he said, “Come, let’s sit.”
Robert led me to the living room.
“My father was a stern man. He was a soldier and he believed in keeping emotions locked away. These are the only things I have of a time when I felt loved,” he confessed.
My heart caught on his every word as his voice broke.
What followed was a revelation of his soul. Stories of a lonely childhood, of a boy yearning for his father’s approval, unfolded in our home.
In those vulnerable moments, I didn’t see the distant, cold man I had married but a boy who had never stopped seeking love and acceptance. He just didn’t know how to go about it.
In those few hours, things changed. Robert started letting me in. And now, years later, our home is filled with the cries and laughter of our daughter, April.
Through our daughter, Robert healed. He healed for himself, and for our daughter.
We’ve packed away everything from the attic, so it is no longer a shrine to Robert’s past but is now my little reading nook.
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