Elias looked up from a delicate brass spring, his brow furrowed. "Apple? Like the fruit? I have a tree in the back, Maya."
"Uncle Elias!" she exclaimed. "You’ve been talking about investing for years. It’s time. You need to buy some Apple stock."
He navigated to a brokerage site Maya had helped him set up. He saw the price flickering: $171.02... $170.85... $170.98.
Elias spent the rest of the day in thought. He watched the pendulum of his favorite clock swing back and forth. Tick. Tock. High. Low.
"Think of it like this," Maya explained, leaning over his workbench. "You aren't just buying a piece of paper. You're buying a tiny slice of every iPhone sold, every app downloaded, and every song streamed. You're betting on the future."
