Julia Roberts’ Daughter Made Her Rare Appearance, but People Keep Noticing One Detail

Julia Roberts, the famous Hollywood actress, likes to keep her personal life, especially her three kids, out of the spotlight. She and her husband welcomed twins Hazel and Phinnaeus in 2004. Three years later, their son Henry was born. Though they are quite private, Julia and Daniel Moder sometimes share small glimpses of their family life with fans. This time, many fans couldn’t help but notice a particular detail about Hazel’s appearance.

Hazel made her red carpet debut at the Cannes Film Festival in 2021.

Julia Roberts’s 19-year-old daughter Hazel is stepping into the spotlight just like her mom. In 2021, she joined her dad, Daniel Moder, at the premiere of Flag DayIt’s a drama directed by and starring Sean Penn, which also features his daughter, Dylan Frances Penn, in a lead role. Daniel Moder served as the film’s cinematographer, and his daughter decided to support him on the red carpet.

At the premiere, Hazel shined in a long yellow button-up dress paired with black Mary-Jane shoes, while her dad looked sharp in a classic black suit.

Fans couldn’t help but notice a particular detail about Hazel.

Fans noticed how much Hazel resembles her mom, Julia Roberts.

With her radiant smile and striking features, Hazel looks like a younger version of the famous actress. Many pointed out the uncanny resemblance, noting that Hazel has clearly inherited her mom’s charm and elegance.

Roberts is raising her kids to have less reliance on technology.

Julia Roberts has always been protective of her children’s privacy, rarely posting pictures of them on social media. She values real-life connections with her family, away from phones and technology. In her house, one rule is to put phones away, especially during meals. “We just had sort of simple rules where we had a charging station where everyone’s phones go when you get home. There’s no phones at the table,” Julia shared in 2023.

In the interview, she said that being at home “with kids and no devices” actually “sounds like a good time” to her. Julia explained that she raised her kids to not be overly dependent on technology, reminiscing about the days “when you couldn’t get ahold of people, or they couldn’t get ahold of you.”

“I think of a family coming together at the end of the day, and you actually have things to talk about at dinner because you haven’t been in contact all day long a hundred times or a busy signal,” she said.

The actress is a proud mom of college students.

Hazel and Phinnaeus are both in college now, and Julia Roberts couldn’t be prouder. “It’s really thrilling, and I wasn’t lucky enough to have a college experience. So to see how it’s happening for them is really fascinating. And yeah, I’m just, I’m excited for them,” she opened up.

On a December 2023 episode of The Tonight Show with Jimmy Fallon, Julia shared that supporting her kids’ colleges has become a big part of her life, “You become immediately like, ’This is my entire life.’ I wear the colors, I do the whole thing.”

When Jimmy Fallon asked if her youngest son, Henry, was sad to be the only child left at home, Julia replied that while Henry missed his siblings, he also enjoyed being the sole kid at home, “I think it’s a good 50/50 split. He’s loving it. And I think he misses his people.”

She’s still a hands-on mom even though her kids are older.

Julia Roberts continues to be a hands-on mom. On the Today show, she expressed her gratitude for the ongoing involvement she has in their lives. “I parent them the same way out of the house that I parented them in the house,” the actress opened up. “Which is ’Are you getting enough sleep? You sound like you’re sick, are you drinking enough tea? Text me when you get home. I can see that you’re home safe and sound,’” Julia explained.

She continued, “And I have an immense amount of appreciation for both of my older kids because they still allow me to be the same mom to them, and it’s not eye-rolling. There’s a huge amount of understanding.”

Despite her busy schedule and the distance between them due to college, they stay connected through group calls.

She is grateful for finding work-life balance.

Julia has always valued finding a balance between work and family, and she’s grateful that she can often put her kids first. In an interview with British Vogue in 2024, Julia reflected on how achieving success early in her career allowed her to prioritize her family when her children were younger.

“I think that the luckiest aspect of my work life/family life is that the success of my work life came earlier. So by the time I had the success of my family life and had a husband and children who wanted to stay at home, I had been working for 18 years,” she said.

Julia expressed her deep gratitude for being able to pause work life to nurture her home life.

I never force my son to say SORRY and THANK YOU — it could psychologically traumatize him,” a reader wrote to Bright Side to share her unique parenting style and to seek advice from other parents. She often faces criticism about her methods of upbringing and wants to know if other parents have had similar experiences.

I Asked My Neighbor to Clean Up After She Used My BBQ — The Next Day She Stuck Rules for My Property on My Door and Demanded I Follow Them

Camilla lets her new neighbor, Claire, use her grill… until she returns home to a backyard disaster. When she asks for basic respect, her neighbor demands that Camilla follow her rules. But when Camilla exposes the truth online, the fallout is far worse than anyone expected. Some lessons are only learned the hard way.

When my new neighbor, Claire, moved in six months ago, I thought she was normal. Like just a woman who would stay in her lane and not disturb the neighborhood too much.

A moving van and boxes | Source: Midjourney

A moving van and boxes | Source: Midjourney

I mean, she was in her 40s, lived with her 16-year-old son, Adam, and at first, she seemed chill. Friendly, even. I lent her a ladder, a garden hose, even let her use our outdoor grill station when we weren’t home.

I didn’t think much of it. It’s just being neighborly, right?

Wrong.

One weekend, my husband, David, and I took the kids to visit my parents.

A smiling woman with her son | Source: Midjourney

A smiling woman with her son | Source: Midjourney

“We can have a date night while your parents take over with Grandma and Grandpa duty,” David said, packing snacks for the two-hour drive.

I had to admit, I was ready to get out of town for a while. I had been feeling restless, and I just wanted a change of scenery before I started to feel suffocated.

We were gone for two days.

And when we got back?

Containers of food on a kitchen counter | Source: Midjourney

Containers of food on a kitchen counter | Source: Midjourney

My God.

Our backyard looked like it had survived a frat house BBQ apocalypse.

There were empty beer bottles littering the patio, my potted plants were turned upside down, and the kids’ toys were thrown everywhere. Grease stains covered the deck. Our once-beautiful grill station looked like it had barely survived an explosion.

I stood there, staring at the mess, my eye twitching.

A trashed deck | Source: Midjourney

A trashed deck | Source: Midjourney

Deep breaths, Camilla, I told myself. Maybe there’s an actual explanation for this.

So, I went next door and knocked. Claire answered, still in pajamas, looking completely unbothered.

“Oh, yeah,” she said, laughing. “That was Adam’s birthday party. You know kids, right? It’s just what they do.”

I blinked. My brain felt like it was ticking away.

A woman standing in her doorway | Source: Midjourney

A woman standing in her doorway | Source: Midjourney

That’s just what kids do? Was she mad? Didn’t she see the mess? What the hell?!

“My backyard isn’t a public park, Claire. You could’ve at least cleaned up.”

“Oh, don’t be so uptight, Camilla,” she said, shrugging. “It’s just a little mess. You’ll get over it. Surely, you and your husband can use a hose? A little bit of water will clear that up.”

A woman with her hands on her hips | Source: Midjourney

A woman with her hands on her hips | Source: Midjourney

I could have thrown something at her.

Oh, I’ll get over it? Um, sure.

I went back to my home, trying to figure out what to do. I could be reasonable, or I could be erratic and make Claire pay.

“What’s that look on your face?” David asked as I walked into the kitchen. “Found the culprit?”

An annoyed woman | Source: Midjourney

An annoyed woman | Source: Midjourney

“It was Adam’s birthday party. Apparently, that’s how he spent it.”

“Isn’t he, like, sixteen?” David asked, making me a cup of tea.

“Something like that,” I said, getting the jar of biscuits. “Oh my goodness. Underage drinking! There are so many beer bottles out there.”

David looked at me and laughed.

A frustrated woman | Source: Midjourney

A frustrated woman | Source: Midjourney

“Every kid does it at least once, Cami,” he said. “But, I mean… you could use that as leverage, right? To scare the kid?”

I nodded.

“But I want Claire to feel something, too. She told me that we could just hose down the mess and that I’d get over it.”

We had our tea in silence while I tried to figure out what to do.

A jar of biscuits and a cup of tea | Source: Midjourney

A jar of biscuits and a cup of tea | Source: Midjourney

Okay, Cami, I thought. Let’s try being reasonable first.

I grabbed a notepad and wrote down three simple rules:

  1. If you use something, clean it and put it back.
  2. Respect my property.
  3. Clean up after your child.

The next morning, I went over to Claire and handed it to her. I expected a mature response. But what I got in return was anything but.

A woman holding a sheet of paper | Source: Midjourney

A woman holding a sheet of paper | Source: Midjourney

The next day, I woke up to a list of her rules taped to my front door.

It was not a joke. It was Claire’s rules. For my property. My property.

I nearly choked on my coffee as I read the note.

A woman holding a piece of paper | Source: AmoMama

A woman holding a piece of paper | Source: AmoMama

Dear Neighbors!

To keep things fair and neighborly, I’ve put together some simple rules:

Please follow these to avoid any issues.

  1. No grilling past 7 PM. The smell keeps me awake.
  2. No spicy seasonings when you’re cooking. My son doesn’t like the smell.
  3. If I’m using the grill, please stay out of the yard. It is distracting, and I don’t like when strangers watch me cook.
  4. Notify me before grilling so I know who’s using it. Schedules are key.
  5. Your garden hose is for community use. I may need it for washing my car and watering my garden.
  6. Patio furniture is for everyone!
  7. When you mow your side of the lawn, do mine too. It looks so much better that way.
  8. Be patient if my son leaves trash in your yard. Kids will be kids, and it’s not a big deal!
  9. Sometimes I need extra parking space. I might use your driveway when needed.
  10. Also, if you ever have concerns about these rules, feel free to discuss them with me. But please remember, I know what’s best for our community!

I’m looking forward to a harmonious neighborhood!

A woman reading from a piece of paper | Source: Midjourney

A woman reading from a piece of paper | Source: Midjourney

I read it twice to make sure that my eyes weren’t deceiving me.

This woman really thought she had just annexed my backyard into her personal kingdom. Then my eldest kid, Olivia, came running up, phone in hand.

“Mom, you need to see this,” she said. She showed me a video.

A girl holding her phone | Source: Midjourney

A girl holding her phone | Source: Midjourney

Claire’s son, Adam, had been posting TikTok videos.

From our backyard!

In the clips, he and his friends laughed about using our space like it was their personal hangout. And then they trashed the place on camera.

Oh. Oh.

I grabbed my phone immediately.

A close up of a shocked woman | Source: Midjourney

A close up of a shocked woman | Source: Midjourney

I walked to my backyard and filmed everything. The litter, the grease-stained grill, the beer bottles still rolling on the patio. I zoomed in on the ridiculous list of rules Claire had taped to my door.

And then I posted it on my socials.

As for the caption?

Glad my neighbor and her kid enjoy my backyard more than I do! Check out the rules she gave me!

Within three days, the video had 5 million views, with people sharing it like wildfire.

A phone opened to social media | Source: Midjourney

A phone opened to social media | Source: Midjourney

People flooded the comments:

Excuse me? Her rules?! For YOUR house?!

No way, put up a fence ASAP. These people are insane.

What game is she playing at?

Tell me you have an entitled neighbor without telling me you have an entitled neighbor.

Comments on a social media post | Source: Midjourney

Comments on a social media post | Source: Midjourney

Then someone offered to help.

A man in the comments said that he specialized in building chain-link fences. By the end of the week, my backyard was sealed tighter than Fort Knox.

There were no more:

Oops, my son and his friends needed a place to hang out!

I just needed to wash my car real quick, Camilla.

A fence dividing two houses | Source: Midjourney

A fence dividing two houses | Source: Midjourney

If Claire wanted access to my space… too bad, because she wasn’t getting it. And she noticed the fence immediately.

She stormed over, holding a wooden spoon, and pounded on my door.

“You’re breaking my rules!” she screeched. “Goddammit!”

I smiled sweetly.

A woman standing at her front door | Source: Midjourney

A woman standing at her front door | Source: Midjourney

“What’s with the spoon?” I asked. “What have you been baking?”

She looked at me like I was mad.

“I said that you’re breaking my rules, Camilla!”

“Oh, sorry,” I said, my voice dripping with fake innocence. “I just thought since we had different house rules, it was best we keep things separate.”

An upset woman holding a wooden spoon | Source: Midjourney

An upset woman holding a wooden spoon | Source: Midjourney

She fumed.

I sipped my coffee and smiled.

My water bill improved overnight. Suddenly, Claire didn’t have access to my hose anymore. My driveway stayed empty because there was no more free parking for her.

And then…

Two days later, there was a knock on the door around dinnertime.

A woman reading a book | Source: Midjourney

A woman reading a book | Source: Midjourney

Not Claire.

Adam.

The 16-year-old looked absolutely miserable.

“Ma’am, please,” he muttered. “Please… you’re ruining my life.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

A teenage boy standing in a doorway | Source: Midjourney

A teenage boy standing in a doorway | Source: Midjourney

“Those videos that you made,” he groaned. “Now I have trouble at school because of you! At first, I thought it was cool and that nobody would notice anything. But then people realized that it was me. And now they won’t let me live it down.”

Oh, so he outed himself and he was mad about it?

I tilted my head.

Students sitting in a classroom | Source: Midjourney

Students sitting in a classroom | Source: Midjourney

“Oh, that sounds rough, buddy,” I said. “But you know, actions have consequences. Do you understand that you should have just cleaned up after yourself? There was no need to trash the place. I was fine with you using it. I was fine with you having your friends around. But what you did…”

“Yes, I do understand,” he said quietly.

“Okay,” I said. “I’ll delete the videos. But please remember, do not use someone else’s property as your own. Don’t take advantage of a good thing.”

A woman standing in a doorway | Source: Midjourney

A woman standing in a doorway | Source: Midjourney

He nodded and walked away.

The night air was cooler than usual, and the quiet hum of the neighborhood felt almost… peaceful.

I stepped outside, tightening my robe around myself as I walked toward the trash bins. The motion sensor flicked on, casting a harsh yellow glow over my yard.

And that’s when I saw her.

A woman holding a bag of trash | Source: Midjourney

A woman holding a bag of trash | Source: Midjourney

Claire.

She was leaning against the side of her house, a cigarette dangling between her fingers.

Her shoulders were curled inward, and her hair was messy and unbrushed. She looked nothing like the smug, entitled woman who had taped her ridiculous rules to my door.

For a second, I considered ignoring her.

A woman smoking outside | Source: Midjourney

A woman smoking outside | Source: Midjourney

But then she exhaled slowly, tilting her head toward me.

“You win,” she muttered, her voice hoarse.

“Excuse me?” I asked.

She took another drag from her cigarette and then laughed quietly to herself.

A woman holding a cigarette | Source: Midjourney

A woman holding a cigarette | Source: Midjourney

“You heard me, Camilla,” she said, waving the cigarette in the air. “You won. Congratulations. You should see what people are saying about me…”

I stared at her, trying to decipher her tone. It wasn’t mocking. It wasn’t even angry. It was just… tired.

Defeated.

I dropped the trash into the bin, dusting off my hands.

“Not really sure what you mean, Claire,” I said. “I didn’t realize this was a competition.”

Two outside bins | Source: Midjourney

Two outside bins | Source: Midjourney

She scoffed.

“Oh, come on, Camilla,” she muttered. “We both know what this is. You didn’t like how I did things, so you went nuclear. You put my kid on blast, for goodness’ sake. You ruined his life.”

I crossed my arms.

“Adam ruined his own life,” I said flatly. “I didn’t force him to throw a party in my yard. I didn’t force him to post videos bragging about it. And I sure as hell didn’t force you to act like my backyard was yours.”

An upset woman | Source: Midjourney

An upset woman | Source: Midjourney

Her nostrils flared, but she didn’t argue.

For once.

She exhaled again, staring out at the darkened street.

“Do you know how hard it is to raise a teenage boy alone?”

I blinked slowly. That was… unexpected.

A woman standing outside | Source: Midjourney

A woman standing outside | Source: Midjourney

I stayed silent.

She let out a humorless laugh, shaking her head.

“Adam doesn’t have a dad,” she said. “Never did. It’s just been us. And I tried to give him a good life, I did. But…” she shrugged. “Kids are kids, right? He made a stupid mistake.”

I narrowed my eyes.

A teenage boy sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney

A teenage boy sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney

“Claire, this wasn’t just a stupid mistake.”

She didn’t answer. She just took another slow drag.

“You know,” I said, my voice calm but firm. “I could have taken things a lot further.”

That got her attention. Her head snapped toward me.

“What?”

A woman standing outside | Source: Midjourney

A woman standing outside | Source: Midjourney

“Seriously, Claire. You gave me rules for my own house. You let your kid treat my property like his playground. And when I asked for basic respect, you laughed in my face.”

She just stared at me.

“I could have taken legal action. I could have pressed charges. I could have gone to the police. I had enough proof. But I didn’t. I’m not a bad person, Claire. I just don’t like being walked all over.”

The exterior of a police station | Source: Midjourney

The exterior of a police station | Source: Midjourney

For the first time since I met her, she looked small. She turned away, flicking the ash from her cigarette.

“Yeah,” she muttered. “I get that now.”

I watched her for a second, letting the moment sit between us.

Then I nodded.

“Good.”

And with that, I turned and walked back inside, leaving Claire in the dark.

A woman walking back to her home | Source: Midjourney

A woman walking back to her home | Source: Midjourney

What would you have done?

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When Brooke returns home from a weeklong work trip, she’s eager to unwind with her favorite snack. But her peanut butter jar is mysteriously half-empty. Her husband, Aaron, is allergic, so who ate it? Determined to uncover the truth, Brooke turns to their security cameras and discovers a shocking secret: Aaron had been hiding a guest. What starts as suspicion unravels into an emotional journey neither of them expected.

This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

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