The 47th U.S. president’s latest gift to his granddaughter has set social media abuzz, with many weighing in on the unexpected choice.

Donald Trump recently shared details about an extravagant gift he gave his 17-year-old granddaughter, Kai Trump, igniting mixed reactions.

He revealed that he purchased a Tesla Cybertruck for her, which currently costs between $81,985 to $101,985, according to Car and Driver.

Donald admitted that he bought the Cybertruck about a year ago, and it has since become Kai’s favorite, even as she’s set to play golf at the University of Miami. In October 2024, she posed with her silver Cybertruck before attending her school’s homecoming dance.

In a video shared by Daily Mail, the U.S. president was heard speaking about the purchase. “I bought it for a very special young woman, you know, I’m sure you’ve never heard of her, Kai,” he told the media.

“She’s a great golfer, and she puts the clubs in the back, and I guess it’s a very safe deal, she loves it,” he continued.

Reactions to the news were mixed across various social media platforms. On Instagram, one person commented, “Omg.”

On Facebook, people expressed different viewpoints. One comment read, “Must be nice [sic]!” Another person remarked, “What a lucky granddaughter.”

“The most humble gift i ever seen… he could have gifted her a Lamborghini urus ya know and i bet she deserves it [sic],” opined a different viewer. Meanwhile, another commenter stated, “Wow.”

Discussions on X also varied. One person divulged, “Seems like Trump’s got a pretty unique way of promoting Tesla! A Cybertruck for his granddaughter sounds like quite the gift.” Another questioned the choice, “What teenage girl wants a Cybertruck [sic]?”

Kai has publicly expressed admiration for her grandfather on multiple occasions. In an Instagram post on November 5, 2024, she shared pictures of herself with her grandfather on the golf course alongside snapshots of him with his other grandchildren. The caption read, “You inspire us all. I love you Grandpa .”

Days later, on November 11, she posted another series of photos captioned, “Sundays with Grandpa .” The images featured her granddad watching her play golf, as well as Kai posing with Elon Musk and his son on the course.

Kai also spoke about her grandfather at the Republican National Convention on July 18, 2024. During her speech, she shared personal anecdotes about their bond.

“To me, he’s just a normal grandpa. He gives us candy and soda when our parents aren’t looking. He always wants to know how we’re doing in school. When I made the high honor roll, he printed it out to show his friends how proud he was of me,” she said.

She also reflected on their time playing golf. “When we play golf together, if I’m not on his team, he’ll try to get inside of my head. And he’s always surprised that I don’t let him get to me. But I have to remind him, ‘I’m a Trump, too.'”

“He’s very caring and loving. He truly wants the best for his country and he will fight every single day to make America great again,” concluded Kai.

Donald’s purchase of the Cybertruck for his granddaughter aligns with his recent public support for Tesla. On March 12, 2025, he selected a red Tesla Model S on the White House driveway, expressing admiration for the brand.

“Wow,” he said as he sat in the driver’s seat, according to AP News. Elon, who joined him in the passenger seat, joked about “giving the Secret Service a heart attack” as they discussed the car’s speed and features.

Donald announced his plans to purchase the vehicle, intending to leave it at the White House for staff use.

He also hoped his endorsement would benefit Tesla, which has been dealing with sales challenges and declining stock prices. “It’s a great product,” said the U.S. president, adding, “we have to celebrate him,” referring to Musk.

Donald’s gift to his granddaughter has drawn attention not only for its high price but also for his continued support of Tesla. As social media reacts to the purchase, the U.S. president’s gesture remains a topic of discussion.

Beyond the excitement over her Cybertruck, Kai has also shared glimpses of significant family moments. Two months earlier, she posted a collage of pictures from her grandfather’s Inauguration Day on January 20, 2025, in Washington, DC.

Fans particularly admired the mother-daughter pictures and couldn’t help but point out how much she resembled her aunt, Ivanka Trump.

Most of the photos Kai posted were from the inauguration ball, where she dazzled in an elegant gown. However, some images were captured at the main inauguration event before the ball, including a mirror selfie she took before changing into her gown.

Another standout picture featured Kai sharing an embrace with her grandfather, the 47th president of the U.S. In the heartfelt moment, Kai looked proudly at Donald, as she celebrated the historic occasion.

Fans also noticed a striking snapshot of Kai alongside her aunt, Ivanka Trump, and pointed out how their features mirrored each other. Additionally, they noted the resemblance between Kai and her mother, Vanessa Kay Haydon Trump, making it clear how strong the family traits run.

One person gushed, “You inherited your mom’s beauty ” while another echoed a similar sentiment, “You are your Mama’s twin .” More fans also said Kai and her mom had similar features, “You look so much like your beautiful mom ,” and another added, “Beautiful and classy like your mom!!! . Love your family. You make an amazing role model for kids.”

A supporter quickly affirmed, “Kai is her mother’s daughter! Lovely ladies.” Another admirer appreciated their striking similarities, “Kai your Mom is so very beautiful you two look like sisters .”

Beyond her mother, some fans focused on Ivanka. One person observed, “Ivanka and Kai look so much alike!! ,” while another noted, “You look more like sisters than aunt/niece.” Someone else remarked, “Wow you look like your auntie, so many features. Stunning.”

Kai also posed for pictures with her dad, Donald Trump Jr. A shot before the inauguration ceremony shows them smiling at each other as they share in the special moment.

Later at the inauguration ball, memorable moments, including a touching father-daughter dance, captured the bond between Kai and her dad. The two had broad smiles, in this post, which Kai captioned, “Moments from DC.”

Kai is the first grandchild of Donald Trump’s 10 grandchildren. He was elated when she was born in May 2007, saying, “The baby is really beautiful. I’ve never seen such a head of hair on a baby in my entire life. Just an absolutely beautiful baby, and healthy and happy, so I’m thrilled.”

Kai’s parents Donald Jr. and Vanessa share four other kids. They were married in 2005 and divorced in 2018.

Today, Kai has grown into a gorgeous teenager pursuing her dreams. She has always had a deep passion for golf, which has been a significant part of her life.

Kai’s introduction to golf came naturally, as her family has always been involved in the sport, owning golf courses. Initially, she played tennis and golf, but as her golf skills developed, she focused solely on it.

In a Q&A video on YouTube, when asked who is better at golf between her and her grandfather, she respectfully declined to choose.

Kai acknowledged her admiration for Donald and stated that it depends on the day. She even jokingly suggested a challenge between them, offering a glimpse into their friendly competition.

The golfer is currently a freshman at the Benjamin School in Jupiter Florida. Her personal statement on the school’s website reads, “I have been playing golf for thirteen years. This was my second year playing for my high school’s varsity team and my first year as team captain.”

Alongside her dedication to the sport, she is actively involved in three clubs at her school, where she strives to excel academically and athletically.

In addition to her commitment to her goals, she aspires to be a leader and a positive influence, both on and off the golf course. Looking ahead, Kai aims to continue her athletic career at the college level.

She carefully chose the University of Miami after a stressful process of researching and narrowing down her college options. Her decision was influenced by her desire to stay close to her family, who owns golf courses in Miami.

The golfer believes it’s important for young athletes to start talking to coaches as early as age 15 even if their response isn’t immediate. In college, she plans to major in business. However, she once considered becoming a doctor but her fear of blood and needles steered her away from that path.

When Kai chose the University of Miami, she posted her verbal commitment on Instagram, writing, “I would like to thank my mom, Vanessa, and my dad, Don, for always supporting me through my journey. I would also like to thank my great team for getting me to this point.”

Kai also thanked her grandpa for providing access to excellent courses and always being there for her. She also appreciated her “Mormor” for her unwavering belief in her.

The golfer acknowledged her whole family for their constant encouragement and their role in motivating her to be the best version of herself.

She extended her thanks to her friends for their continuous support. Finally, she expressed her heartfelt appreciation to Coaches Janice and Jim for giving her the opportunity to pursue her goals. “I am supper excited to be a cane and represent the University of Miami. Gooo Canes! [sic],” she concluded.

For Kai, the future is brimming with endless possibilities. Donald’s granddaughter is ready to seize every opportunity that comes her way in business and sports with the support of her family.

I always thought housework was easy—something women just complained about. But when my wife left me alone for a day to handle everything myself, I quickly realized I was the problem.

I came home from work, dropped my keys on the table, and collapsed onto the couch. It had been a long day, and all I wanted was to relax.

The smell of something cooking drifted in from the kitchen, warm and inviting. Lucy was at the stove, stirring a pot. Danny stood on a chair beside her, his little hands busy peeling carrots.

Lucy glanced over her shoulder. “Jack, can you set the table?”

I barely looked up from my phone. “That’s your job.”

She didn’t respond right away. I heard her sigh, the same tired sigh I’d heard a hundred times before. Danny, of course, didn’t seem to notice.

“I’ll do it, Mommy!” he said, hopping down from his chair.

“Thanks, sweetheart,” Lucy said with a smile.

I shook my head. “You’re gonna turn him into a girl, you know.”

Lucy stiffened, but she didn’t turn around. Danny, on the other hand, frowned at me. “What’s wrong with helping, Daddy?”

“Boys don’t do housework, kid,” I said, leaning back on the couch.

Danny looked at Lucy, confused. She gave him a small pat on the back and handed him the silverware. “Go on, set the table,” she said softly.

I watched as Danny carefully placed forks and spoons on the table. He looked proud of himself, like he was doing something important.

The next day at work, I overheard Lucy’s friends inviting her to their annual conference. It was just an overnight trip, nothing big. At first, she hesitated. Then she looked thoughtful.

That night, she brought it up while I was watching TV. “Hey, my work conference is this week,” she said. “I’m going. I’ll be back by noon the next day.”

I glanced at her. “Okay?”

“You’ll need to take care of Danny and the house while I’m gone.”

I rolled my eyes. “That’s easy.”

Lucy smiled, but it wasn’t her usual smile. It was the kind that made me feel like I was missing something. “Good,” she said. Then, she went to pack her bag, and I texted my boss that I would be off tomorrow.

The next morning, I groaned as I rolled over in bed, squinting at the alarm clock. 7:45 AM.

Wait. 7:45?

Panic shot through me as I bolted upright. Lucy always woke me up when she got Danny ready for school. But she wasn’t here. Because she had left. And I had overslept.

“Danny!” I shouted, throwing off the covers and stumbling into the hallway. “Get up, we’re late!”

Danny shuffled out of his room, rubbing his eyes. “Where’s Mommy?”

“She’s at work,” I muttered, yanking open his dresser drawers. “Where are your clothes?”

“Mommy picks them.”

I exhaled sharply. Of course, she did. Digging through the drawer, I pulled out a wrinkled T-shirt and some sweatpants. “Here. Put these on.”

Danny frowned. “They don’t match.”

“It’s fine,” I said, tossing them to him. “Just hurry up.”

I ran to the kitchen to throw together breakfast. Lucy always had something ready—pancakes, eggs, toast—but I didn’t have time for that. I shoved two slices of bread into the toaster, grabbed a juice box, and turned around just as a loud snap came from behind me.

Smoke curled up from the toaster. I rushed over and yanked the black, burnt, and rock-hard toast out.

Danny wandered in, nose wrinkling. “Ew.”

“Just eat a banana,” I said, tossing one onto his plate.

“But I wanted pancakes.”

I groaned, rubbing my face. “Danny, we don’t have time for pancakes. Just eat what you can, we gotta go.”

Danny sighed but peeled the banana anyway.

I shoved him into his shoes, grabbed his backpack, and got him into the car, speeding off toward school.

On the way back, my stomach growled. I spotted a drive-through hot dog stand and pulled in, figuring it was the fastest way to get something in me. As I drove home, I took a big bite, barely paying attention, until I felt something cold and sticky spread across my chest.

I looked down. Bright red ketchup covered my shirt.

I cursed under my breath, gripping the wheel with one hand while dabbing at the stain with napkins. Great.

By the time I got home, my frustration had only grown. The shirt had to be washed, and since Lucy wasn’t there to do it, I had to figure it out myself. How hard could it be?

I walked up to the washing machine, staring at the buttons and dials like they were written in another language. Heavy load, delicate, permanent press? What did any of that even mean? I turned a knob, but nothing happened. I pressed a button. Still nothing.

After a minute of fumbling with it, I huffed in defeat and threw the shirt on the floor. Forget it. I’ll just grab another one.

As I reached for a clean shirt, I remembered I had an early meeting the next day. Lucy always ironed my work shirts. It wasn’t a big deal— I’d seen her do it before. Just press the iron down and smooth out the wrinkles. Simple.

I plugged the iron in, spread my best shirt over the ironing board, and pressed down.

Almost immediately, a sharp smell filled the air. Lifting the iron, I stared in horror at the giant hole now burned through my shirt.

I groaned and tossed it into the trash. Who even invented irons?

By now, my stomach was reminding me I hadn’t actually eaten much breakfast, so I decided to make lunch. A simple meal—chicken—nothing complicated. I pulled a frozen pack from the freezer, slapped it onto a pan, and turned the heat up.

Ten minutes later, thick smoke billowed from the stove. Coughing, I yanked the pan away, staring down at the blackened, shriveled mess. The smoke alarm beeped loudly, screeching in my ears. I grabbed a towel, flailing at the detector, finally silencing it.

Defeated, I turned to the sink, ready to clean up at least one disaster, but then I noticed something. The dishwasher was full of dirty dishes, and the buttons on it were just as confusing as the washing machine.

I pressed one. Nothing.

I twisted a dial. Still nothing.

Dropping the dish in the sink with a loud clank, I let out a heavy sigh and ran a hand through my hair.

I was exhausted.

This was supposed to be easy.

My dad always said housework was the simplest thing in the world. He used to sit on the couch, drinking his beer, while my mom rushed around cleaning. “Not a man’s job,” he’d say, shaking his head. “Women complain too much.”

I believed him.

But now, sitting in the middle of my own disaster, I wasn’t so sure.

By the time I picked Danny up from school, I was exhausted. My head pounded, my stomach growled, and my patience was hanging by a thread. I barely even responded when Danny climbed into the car, humming to himself.

The moment we stepped inside the house, he stopped short. His eyes widened as he looked around. Dishes were piled in the sink, the laundry basket overflowed, and a faint smell of burnt chicken still hung in the air.

Danny turned to me. “Daddy… what happened?”

I let out a long sigh, running a hand through my hair. “I don’t know, bud. I tried to do everything, but nothing went right.”

Instead of laughing or complaining, Danny gave me a thoughtful nod. “Okay. Let’s clean up.”

I stared at him. “Huh?”

“Mommy and I do it together all the time,” he said matter-of-factly. “I can show you.”

He walked straight to the washing machine, picked up my ketchup-stained shirt from the floor, and tossed it in. Without hesitation, he pressed the right buttons, turned the knob, and started the cycle. I blinked.

“How did you—”

“Mom taught me.” He shrugged like it was nothing and moved on.

Next, he opened the dishwasher, pulled out the racks, and began loading the dirty plates. I had spent half an hour earlier trying to figure it out, but Danny? He did it with the confidence of a professional.

I watched in silence as he wiped down the counter, tossed out the burnt chicken, and placed a fresh dish towel by the sink. At six years old, my son was more capable than I was.

A knot tightened in my chest.

“Why do you help so much?” I asked.

Danny grinned. “Because Mommy needs it.”

Those four words hit me harder than anything. Lucy didn’t just want Danny to learn life skills — she needed him to help because I never did.

For years, I had watched my father sit back while my mother worked herself to exhaustion. I never questioned it. I thought it was normal. But standing there, watching my son handle responsibilities that I had stubbornly ignored, I saw everything differently.

Lucy hadn’t been nagging. She hadn’t been dramatic. She had been tired, just like my mother had been. And I had been too blind to see it.

I swallowed hard, looking around the now-clean kitchen. “Danny?”

He looked up. “Yeah?”

“Thanks, buddy.”

Danny beamed, and at that moment, I knew things had to change.

The next evening, I came home from work and found Lucy and Danny in the kitchen. She was chopping vegetables while Danny stirred something in a bowl.

Lucy glanced up, smiling. “Hey. How was your day?”

I stepped forward, rubbing the back of my neck. “Better than yesterday.”

She smirked. “I’ll bet.”

For a moment, we stood there. Then she held up a knife. “Want to help me make dinner?”

A week ago, I would’ve laughed. I would’ve waved her off, gone to sit on the couch, and let her handle everything. But now, I saw things clearly.

I stepped forward. “Yeah. I do.”

Lucy’s eyebrows lifted slightly, but then she handed me a cutting board. I picked up a tomato and started slicing, clumsy but determined. Danny giggled, and Lucy smiled.

We weren’t just making dinner. We were finally working together.

Meryl Streep and Martin Short may have been keeping fans in the dark on their relationship, but Page Six has learned that the two have actually been dating for “well over a year now.”

A source tells us that the romance between the “Only Murders in the Building” co-stars was “completely unexpected” and also “took them by surprise.”

“Meryl couldn’t help but fall for Martin,” the insider shares. “He is a gentleman, he keeps her laughing and is an all around positive person. She loves being around him.”

According to the source, neither Streep, 75, nor Short, 74, “were looking for a relationship when they started dating.”

The pair’s “friends and family, including their kids, absolutely approve of their relationship and think they’re adorable together.”

Short and the “Devil Wears Prada” star’s romance comes after Page Six revealed in October 2023 that the latter secretly split from her husband, Don Gummer, in 2017.

The exes were married for 40 years. Streep previously dated actor John Cazale, whom she cared for until he died from lung cancer in March 1978.

The Tony Award winner, meanwhile, was wed to wife Nancy Dolman for three decades until she passed away from ovarian cancer in 2010.

“Meryl and Martin have bonded over the loss of their exes,” who both passed away from cancer, the insider says.

Our source tells Page Six that the duo are happy with the status of their relationship and have no plans to wed.

“Meryl is still legally married to Don but even if she were divorced, that’s just not something that she or Martin are interested in,” the insider explains. “They’re happy dating as boyfriend and girlfriend.”

“They’ve been friends for years and have several mutual friends.”

Although the couple has “traveled in the same social circles, they were never really on one another’s radar in terms of a romantic relationship.”

Reps for Streep and Short did not immediately respond to Page Six’s requests for comment.

Michelle Obama is back!

The former first lady made her first public appearance since Donald Trump’s inauguration took place in January.

On Thursday, Obama appeared alongside her brother, Craig Robinson, at the live taping of their new podcast, “IMO,” at SXSW in Austin, Texas.

The “Leave the World Behind” executive producer hit the stage wearing burnt orange pants and a matching jacket over a black top. She paired her look with black boots and wore her hair styled in bohemian braids.

Since the new year kicked off, Obama, 61, has been laying low from the public.

In fact, her last public appearance was in December 2024 on “The Jennifer Hudson Show.”

She skipped attending the funeral of former President Jimmy Carter on Jan. 9 and also declined to watch Trump, 78, be sworn into office on Jan. 20.

Michelle’s husband, Barack Obama, attended both events solo.

However, Page Six exclusively reported that the “Becoming” author was on an “extended holiday vacation” in Hawaii.

As fans continued to wonder about Michelle’s whereabouts, rumors surfaced that she and Barack, 63, were having marital issues.

However, the former president shut down the speculation by posting a sweet birthday shoutout to the “love of [his] life” and by sharing a loved-up Valentine’s Day selfie of them.

“Thirty-two years together and you still take my breath away. Happy Valentine’s Day, @MichelleObama!” he wrote on Instagram Feb. 14.

Sources told Page Six that Michelle has been “checked out” of Washington, DC, life since their family left the White House in 2017.

“They don’t pretend that they have this Camelot relationship,” a source who worked with the Obamas told us. “They’re not trying to present that they’re this magical couple.”

Barack and Michelle met in 1989 and tied the knot three years later.

They share daughters Malia, 26, and Sasha, 23.

Jess Brolin, born into a family of accomplished entertainers, once enjoyed the security of a trust fund but eventually lost it all. Choosing to carve his own path, he distanced himself from his affluent relatives to live life on his own terms. While his circumstances have recently improved, they remain a far cry from his family’s wealth.

Jess Brolin, the son of actor James Brolin, once had financial stability through an inheritance left by his late mother. But after his funds ran out, he lost his home and spent years without permanent shelter, sometimes sleeping in his truck or out in the open.

Meanwhile, his father, James, and stepmother, Barbra Streisand, reside in a multimillion-dollar Malibu estate. Jess’s financial troubles can be traced back to a turning point in his life — the loss of his mother decades ago and the depletion of his six-figure inheritance.

Jess Brolin’s Early Life and Financial Decline

Jess was born on February 7, 1972, to actor James Brolin and wildlife conservationist Jane Cameron Agee. His parents had a turbulent marriage, eventually divorcing when Jess was around 12 years old.

While his father built a successful Hollywood career, his mother dedicated herself to rescuing and raising wild animals on her ranch. Tragically, Jane died in a car accident in 1995, leaving Jess with a six-figure trust fund.

For years, the inheritance provided him with financial security, allowing him to live independently. However, by 2011, the funds had run out, and he was evicted from his $824-a-month apartment. Without a financial safety net, he was left without stable housing, setting the stage for a long period of instability.

Living on the Streets: Homelessness and Dumpster Diving

After losing his apartment in 2011, Jess struggled to find stable housing. At first, he lived in his old Toyota truck, but as his circumstances worsened, he was forced to sleep in public spaces. By 2014, troubling images surfaced showing him rummaging through trash bins for food in Ojai, California.

In the photos, he appeared visibly overweight and was seen collecting discarded food. A source close to Jess revealed that he often slept behind shops or on public benches, relying on whatever shelter he could find.

“Looking at him, you wouldn’t realize he is part of one of the biggest, most successful showbiz families in the world. It is a heartbreaking situation,” the source said. Though his situation remained dire, Jess eventually found temporary shelter, moving into a modest motel in Ojai.

Moving into a Modest Motel

By late 2024, Jess had moved into the three-star Topa Vista Hotel in Ojai, California. The budget motel, located along a busy highway, sits across from a coffee shop and a hair salon. While a far cry from luxury, it offered basic amenities, including air-conditioned rooms and flat-screen TVs.

The property is owned by Steve Edelson, a Los Angeles nightclub mogul. According to reports, all rooms in the small establishment were fully booked, with guests — including Jess — settling in for extended stays.

Despite its modest accommodations, the motel provided a level of stability that Jess had not experienced in years. Compared to his previous life on the streets, it represented an improvement, even if it remained worlds apart from the comfort and wealth of his family.

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The Stark Contrast Between Jess and His Wealthy Family

Meanwhile, Jess’s father and stepmother continued to live in luxury. The couple resides in a sprawling $20 million Malibu estate, surrounded by 3,000 rosebushes.

His stepmother, Barbara, one of the most successful entertainers in history, has amassed a fortune through her decades-long career, earning multiple Oscars, Grammys, and other prestigious awards.

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Jess’s older brother, Josh Brolin, has also built a highly successful Hollywood career. Best known for his roles in “Men in Black,” “Avengers,” and “No Country for Old Men,” Josh has remained in the public eye as a leading actor.

On the other hand, Jess has stayed out of the spotlight. Although he briefly worked in the film industry, with credits in “Black Scorpion” (2001), “Shadow Dancer” (1997), and “Enemy Action” (1999), his Hollywood career never took off.

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He eventually left the entertainment world entirely, setting him further apart from his well-known relatives. Jess and Josh are not James’s only children. After divorcing their mother, Jane, James married actress Jan Smithers, best known for her role on “WKRP in Cincinnati.”

From that marriage, Jess gained a younger half-sister, Molly Elizabeth Brolin, born in 1987. Unlike Josh, who followed in their father’s footsteps, Jess and Molly have largely stayed out of the spotlight.

Barbra, too, had another family before marrying James. She was previously married to actor Elliott Gould, with whom she shares a son, Jason Gould, born in 1966.

Jason, like his mother, has pursued a career in the entertainment industry, working as both an actor and a musician. However, much like Jess, Jason prefers to keep a low profile, stating in 2017, “I sort of like being out of the spotlight.”

Jess’s living situation has continued to raise questions about his relationship with his family and the extent of their support.

Family’s Attempts to Help and Public Reaction

Despite Jess’s struggles, his family has maintained that they have tried to support him over the years. Following the release of troubling images showing him searching through trash bins, a representative for Barbra responded.

“We have offered help and support, and continue to do so. We love him very much and want only the best for him,” they stated. His father, James Brolin, has also spoken about Jess’s life, suggesting that his scavenging may not have been solely for personal survival.

In a 2021 interview, James claimed that Jess was involved in charitable work, saying, “I know he’s been photographed collecting bottles and cans out of the trash, but all the money went to charity.” Despite these statements, news of Jess’s living conditions has sparked widespread sympathy and concern.

Comments from netizens included, “Poor guy needs help,” “The poor chap needs help, not abandonment,” and “It’s very sad to see.” Others speculated that he might be struggling with depression.

While Jess has largely remained disconnected from his family, James and Barbra continue to be actively involved in the lives of their other children and grandchildren. The couple adores Josh’s children and frequently keeps in touch with them.

In 2018, after Josh and his wife Kathryn welcomed their daughter Westlyn, James expressed his joy, saying, “You get another one like this one, there couldn’t be anything better!”

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He also shared that Barbara, though not related to them by blood, cherishes her role as a grandmother. “She’s just mush around them! She just turns to melted putty the minute … they talk on the phone,” he shared.

James has also publicly expressed pride in all his children. In a 2018 social media post, he wrote, “Children are a gift. I’m so proud of my three kids @joshbrolin, Jess, and Molly and incredible grandkids.” His words suggested that, despite Jess’s struggles, he still acknowledges him as part of the family.

Meanwhile, he and Barbara have continued to live a life of luxury, enjoying the comfort of their Malibu estate. While Jess has remained largely disconnected from them, James and Barbra have built a home filled with love, memories, and a strong family bond.

Barbra and James’s house is more than just a residence — it’s the place where they solidified their relationship and created a lasting legacy. Their journey to owning the home was not easy, but it has become a symbol of their enduring marriage and the life they built together.

The legendary powerhouse performer and her iconic actor husband, have been living in the same house with their dogs for many years. However, the journey to buying the home was not easy. The couple had to work hard to get to where they wanted to be.

Streisand saw the home for the first time when she was living nearby. However, she could not buy it because her boyfriend at the time didn’t like it. Another factor prohibiting her from making the purchase was the fact that she was unable to afford the house at the time.

Now, the couple lives in Streisand’s dream home. This is the same home that saw them recently celebrate their 26th wedding anniversary on July 1. Taking to Instagram to mark the momentous milestone, Streisand posted an endearing photo of the two posing for a picture in a side embrace.

“28 years today since we met honey… and 26 years today since we married! Love you. B ,” penned the “Funny Girl” star in her caption.

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Brolin and Streisand live in their house with their adorable Maltese poodles, which they are enamored with. Streisand has even shared photos of the dogs on their birthdays on her Instagram page. There are three dogs, Scarlet, Violet, and Fanny.

The first time that Streisand saw the home was in 1984 when she lived on a ranch down the road most weekends. She mentioned that she never really enjoyed that house and so, her real estate broker introduced her to a place near the ocean.

Streisand admitted that the house’s facade was not grand because it was a modern gray and looked like some sort of “contraption.” However, when she entered the home, she found that it had a “rustic charm.”

The Broadway star immediately fell in love with the house and wanted to purchase it. Unfortunately, this was not in the cards for her yet, and she had to wait many more years before she could finally call the house home.

At that point, Streisand owned the ranch that she had been staying on, and her manager told her that until she sold the ranch, she would not be able to afford the home she had fallen in love with.

She also admitted that her boyfriend at the time thought the home she loved was too close to the cliff on which the house was situated. Streisand decided that she wouldn’t buy it but confessed, “I was so forlorn when I found out that it was sold to someone else, and they had started renovating it.”

Streisand’s love for the home did not fade with time. In fact, she never stopped thinking about her dream house that she could not purchase for herself. She divulged that she felt deeply about the house.

Although, at the time, she did not buy the home, Streisand still lived on the nearby ranch and often saw the place. She also said that the couple who owned the property knew how much she loved it.

Talking about what she did after finding out that the home had been sold, she admitted, “I would climb over the fence and walk around to see what they were doing and pine, literally pine for this house I didn’t buy.”

However, some years later, her luck turned around when the couple who owned the house kept her in mind as they got ready to move.

She even bought a house one house away from her beloved home just because they were close together. Streisand then made friends with the old couple that had the house between the one she wanted and the one she owned.

She revealed that when the old couple moved away, she bought their house with the thought that she would knock both homes down and build one big house for herself on the two-acre property.

Lo and behold, fate finally smiled upon her. The couple in the house that she wanted got divorced and reduced the price of the home, which meant that Streisand could finally afford to purchase the property for herself and finally call it home in 1995. She said she was grateful for the house because she did not have to build it or fuss over small details.

Jake and I spent our childhood making bets—who could run faster, climb higher, or take the biggest risk. But years later, when I won our final bet, there was no celebration—just the kind of heartbreak I never saw coming.

Jake and I had been best friends since before we could walk. Our moms liked to tell the story of how we met—two toddlers in diapers, fighting over a toy truck at daycare. They thought it was funny how we were always competing, even back then.

We grew up side by side, our houses just a few doors apart. If one of us wasn’t home, our parents knew exactly where to find us. We did everything together. But the thing that really defined us? The bets.

“Bet you can’t make it to the end of the block before I do,” Jake would say.

“Bet you I can,” I’d shoot back, already running.

We bet on everything. Who could hold their breath the longest? Who could eat more slices of pizza? Who would get the best grade on a test? Sometimes we won, sometimes we lost, but the bets never really mattered. What mattered was proving something to each other, pushing each other to be better, to be faster, to be braver.

No one understood our friendship the way we did. It wasn’t just about competition—it was about trust. If Jake dared me to do something crazy, I knew he’d do it too. If I jumped, he jumped. That was just how it worked.

Then, one night, things got deep.

We were 16, lying on the roof of my house, staring at the stars. It was one of those nights where you felt like you could talk about anything.

“Paul,” Jake said, his voice softer than usual, “we should make the ultimate bet.”

I turned my head to look at him. “Yeah? What kind of bet?”

“Who lives longer.”

I let out a short laugh. “That’s a dumb bet. How would we even know who won?”

Jake smirked. “Easy. Whoever goes first owes the other a beer.”

I chuckled, shaking my head. “Fine. But you better not lose.”

Jake grinned. “I never lose.”

We thought our friendship would last forever. But then, everything changed.

Falling for Laura wasn’t something I planned. It just happened.

She wasn’t like the other girls at school—she was smart, funny, and kind. She made me feel different, like I actually mattered. We’d been friends for a while, but somewhere along the way, I realized I wanted more.

The problem was Jake. I wasn’t sure how he’d take it. We never let anything come between us before, but this felt… different.

I kept it to myself for weeks, trying to ignore the way my heart sped up whenever Laura laughed or the way I found excuses to be near her. But one day, Jake caught me staring at her in the hallway.

“You like her, don’t you?” he said, smirking.

I hesitated. “Yeah. I do.”

His grin widened. “Then let’s make it interesting. First one to take her out wins.”

I blinked. “What?”

“A bet,” he said. “You and me. Whoever asks her out first, gets her.”

For the first time in my life, I didn’t feel the rush of competition. I didn’t want to win. I just wanted her.

“She’s not a game, Jake,” I said, my voice low. “She’s a person.”

He rolled his eyes. “Come on, Paul. We’ve bet on everything. What’s the difference?”

“The difference is that this actually matters.”

He laughed. “You’re acting like you’re in love with her or something.”

I clenched my fists. “Maybe I am.”

His smile disappeared. “Oh.”

I shook my head and turned to leave. “I’m done with this, Jake.”

I didn’t see Laura standing by the lockers. I didn’t know she had heard the whole thing.

“Paul,” she called out, catching up to me.

I stopped, my heart pounding. “Laura.”

She smiled. “You really meant that?”

I swallowed hard. “Yeah.”

She reached for my hand, lacing her fingers with mine. “Then let’s make it official.”

Jake was furious.

At first, he acted like he didn’t care. He made jokes about how I’d “cheated” and broken our deal. But then the rumors started. He told people I’d stabbed him in the back. That I’d always been jealous of him. That I had turned on him for a girl.

It hurt more than I thought it would.

I tried to talk to him, tried to fix it. “Jake, this isn’t about you and me. It’s about her.”

“She was supposed to be a bet,” he snapped. “Not the reason you picked someone else over me.”

“I never picked anyone over you,” I said. “You made this into a fight, not me.”

But he wouldn’t listen.

By the time graduation rolled around, Jake was gone. He packed up and left town without a word.

And just like that, my best friend—the person I had trusted more than anyone—became nothing more than a memory.

Life moved on. Laura and I got married a year after graduation. We stayed in town, bought a house not far from where we grew up, and built a life together. A good life.

Our daughter, Emily, was born a few years later. She had Laura’s eyes and my stubbornness. Every time she laughed, the world felt right.

I was happy. I really was. But some nights, after Laura and Emily had gone to bed, I’d sit outside and let my mind drift back to the past.

To Jake.

I wondered where he ended up and what he was doing. If he ever thought about me. If he ever regretted the way things ended.

I tried to push those thoughts away, but they never really left. Losing a best friend wasn’t like breaking up or drifting apart. It was like losing a part of yourself, a part you never got back.

One afternoon, I was sorting through the mail—bills, junk, the usual—when a small envelope slipped out. My name was on the front, written in handwriting I hadn’t seen in years.

Jake’s handwriting.

My hands shook as I tore it open.

Paul,

I’m back in town. It’s been too long. Meet me at O’Malley’s tomorrow at seven. Let’s talk.

—Jake

That was it. No explanation, no apology. Just an invitation. I read it three times, half expecting the words to change.

Laura noticed the look on my face. “What is it?”

I handed her the letter. She read it, then met my eyes. “Are you going?”

I hesitated, then nodded. “Yeah.”

I didn’t know what I would say. I didn’t know if I was still angry, or if he was, either. All I knew was that after 10 years, I finally had a chance to see my best friend again.

The next evening, I arrived at O’Malley’s ten minutes early.

The place hadn’t changed much since we were kids. I scanned the room, expecting to see Jake at a corner table, grinning like nothing had ever happened.

But he wasn’t there.

I checked my watch. Maybe he was late. He was never great with time.

After a few minutes, a waitress approached me. She was young, maybe in her twenties, with tired eyes and a kind smile.

“You Paul?” she asked.

I nodded. “Yeah.”

She gestured toward a small booth in the back. “Follow me.”

Confused, I did as she said. When I sat down, she pulled a folded piece of paper from her apron and set it on the table. Then, she placed a pint of beer next to it.

“He asked me to give this to you,” she said softly.

My stomach dropped. “Where is he?”

She hesitated. “Just read it.” Then she walked away.

I stared at the letter, my fingers numb as I unfolded it. The second I saw the handwriting, my chest tightened.

Paul,

If you’re reading this, have indeed returned home. My last wish was to be buried in my hometown.

I sucked in a breath, but I forced myself to keep reading.

I got sick right after graduation. Skin cancer. I went into remission for a while, but it came back. Worse this time. The doctors said I was out of options.

I didn’t write to make you feel bad. I wrote because I didn’t want to leave this world without fixing what I broke. I was a damn fool, Paul. I let my pride ruin the best thing I ever had—our friendship. You were my brother, and I threw it away over a stupid bet. I don’t expect you to forgive me. I just hope you know I never stopped missing you.

I swallowed hard, my vision blurring.

And as for that last bet… well, looks like you won, my friend. The beer’s on me.

—Jake

I clutched the letter, my fingers gripping the paper so tightly it crumpled. Jake was gone. I’d come here expecting a second chance, but all I got was a goodbye I never wanted.

I stared at the pint of beer in front of me. It looked normal—just an ordinary drink—but I knew what it meant.

Jake had kept his word.

With shaky hands, I lifted the glass. “You idiot,” I whispered. Then I took a sip. It tasted bitter. Or maybe that was just the grief.

A week later, I stood in front of Jake’s grave. Laura and Emily were with me, but they gave me space. This was something I had to do alone.

I knelt down, brushing my fingers over the name carved into the stone, and let out a shaky breath.

“Hey, Jake.” My voice cracked. “Guess you really went through with it, huh?”

I wiped my eyes and shook my head. “You know, I used to wonder if you ever thought about me. If you ever regretted what happened. Turns out, you did. And I hate that I didn’t know sooner.”

I reached into the bag I brought and pulled out a pint of beer. Popping the cap, I set it down in front of the headstone.

“You still owe me a rematch,” I muttered. “But I guess this’ll have to do.”

Silence stretched between us. The wind rustled the trees, and somewhere in the distance, I heard Emily laughing.

I smiled. “I forgive you, Jake. I forgave you a long time ago.”

I stood up, wiping my hands on my jeans.

Laura took my hand, squeezing it gently. “You okay?”

I nodded. “Yeah.”

As we walked away, I glanced back one last time. The pain was still there. It probably always would be. But for the first time in years, I didn’t feel like I’d lost my best friend. I felt like I’d finally said goodbye.

My 62-year-old mom finally achieved something she’s dreamed about for years: she bought her own car. After decades of relying on public transport and the goodwill of others, she passed her driving test and walked into a dealership with her head held high. She picked a modest little car, nothing flashy, but to her, it represented freedom. Independence. A symbol that it’s never too late to start a new chapter.

She was over the moon. The first time she took the car out, she was glowing, smiling like a teenager who had just been handed the keys to her first ride. She’s been driving herself to the grocery store, to her weekly knitting group, even just cruising down the road to enjoy the drive. It’s opened up her world in a way that feels brand new. And for her, it’s more than just about transportation—it’s about reclaiming control over her life.

But Dad? Well, he’s not exactly celebrating. His first reaction was a frown, followed by a quiet, “You didn’t need to do that. I could drive you anywhere you want.”

And that’s where the tension started.

He feels hurt. I think, in his mind, offering rides has been his way of being there for her. It’s how he’s shown his love and care over the years. He liked being the one she depended on, even if he grumbled about it sometimes. Now, with her newfound independence, he feels a little pushed aside, maybe even unneeded. And though he hasn’t said it outright, I can tell it stings.

Mom, on the other hand, is tired of waiting. Tired of asking. Tired of feeling like an inconvenience. She says it was never about wanting to cut Dad out but about gaining the freedom to decide for herself. To go somewhere on a whim. To not have to negotiate or explain why a trip is important. She says that by the time she asked and waited for him to be “in the mood” to drive her, the moment had already passed.

The tension grew with every passing day. There were snappy comments at dinner, sharp silences that hung heavy over the table. Dad would mutter under his breath when Mom mentioned going out. Mom would shoot him looks that said, “I’m tired of this argument.” I felt caught in the crossfire, trying to steer conversations away from the car, hoping to keep the peace.

One night, it came to a head. Dad stood by the window, watching Mom pull into the driveway, her face beaming after an afternoon drive with her friends. His shoulders were tense, his hands clenched.

“She doesn’t need me anymore,” he said softly, almost to himself.

The sadness in his voice hit me hard. I realized it wasn’t about the car. It was about feeling left behind. About realizing that life was changing, and he didn’t know where he fit anymore.

Later that evening, I sat down with Mom. I told her what Dad had said, how he felt. She was quiet for a long time. Then, she sighed, her eyes softening.

“I never wanted him to feel that way,” she said. “I just wanted to feel… free. But I still need him. Just not as my driver.”

The next weekend, Mom did something unexpected. She invited Dad for a drive. She said it casually, but I could tell it meant more than just a trip. It was an olive branch.

They drove to the lake where they used to picnic when they were younger. They talked. They laughed. Mom let Dad take the wheel for a while. She told him she missed his company, missed their little outings. Dad admitted that he missed feeling needed. They both realized that this car wasn’t a wedge between them—it could be a bridge if they let it.

Now, they take turns driving. Sometimes Mom goes off on her own, enjoying her independence. Sometimes they go together, taking little adventures like they did in the early days of their marriage. And sometimes, Dad still offers to drive her, not because she needs him to, but because it’s something they can share.

Our dinners feel lighter again. The tension has lifted. There’s still the occasional tease or stubborn glance, but it’s softened by understanding. Because they found a way to meet in the middle.

And me? I’m just happy to see them both smiling again. Sometimes, it’s not about taking sides. It’s about helping two people find their way back to each other.

And sometimes, the road to happiness really is just one car ride away.

Puzzles can actually be a great way to keep a person’s mind sharp. Here are some ways puzzles can be helpful:

Mental stimulation. Puzzles require a person to think critically, use problem-solving skills, and use memory. Regular mental stimulation helps keep the brain active and improves cognitive function.

Improving Memory: Puzzles can help improve memory by requiring a person to remember patterns, shapes, and colors.

Stress Relief: Puzzles can be a great way to relieve stress and promote relaxation. The repetitive and calming nature of puzzles can have a therapeutic effect.

Improved Mood: The sense of accomplishment that comes from completing a puzzle can boost a person’s mood and increase feelings of happiness and satisfaction.

Increased productivity: Solving puzzles can increase productivity, but only if you do them during a break. Taking a break can help clear your mind and improve your concentration when you return to other tasks.

Overall, puzzles are a fun and effective way to keep your mind sharp. They can be done alone or with friends, co-workers, or children, making them a versatile activity that people of all ages can enjoy.

Look at this visual puzzle and answer the question – What animal did the artist hide in the picture?

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Very interesting visual puzzle. Look at the picture and find the woman in it. According to legend, this is the godmother of this soldier.

Be careful, because time is running out and every second counts. Only the most observant and quick-witted will be able to spot what is out of place. It will be a challenge of concentration and visual agility, testing your ability to notice even the smallest details in a short period of time.

So, get ready to dive into this enchanting scene and explore every corner of the images in search of the discrepancy. Remember, you only have one minute to find the difference and show off your visual perception skills. Are you ready to take on the challenge? Let’s go! 

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Mindfulness Test: Where is the corn with a small, different detail?

Try testing your attention. An intricate puzzle has led the Internet to find a green corn cob hidden among a multitude of similar ones.

The puzzle features a lone corn mixed in with similar looking ones.

The challenge is made even more challenging by all the other green elements, including the leaves.

It’s not the only puzzle of finding the intruder element that has intrigued internet users in recent weeks.

The inspiration for this puzzle comes from Where’s Wally-style puzzles, in which people are asked to distinguish between animals and objects among the hordes of creatures that have flooded the web in recent months.

For those who don’t have sharp eyesight, finding different corn can be difficult.

This optical illusion had clever netizens scratching their heads and rubbing their bellies.

Put your mind to work from a young age. Your adult self will thank you.

Try testing your attention: Find the different corn cob!

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