·pa He nods,hands over his ears. "That's not the way."She frowns."Are you listening?" Silly boy!Everyone teases him except his mother,who pleads presses them back,hoping to train them to bring him less pain. while the other boys will grow up,she says,he should ignore friend Grover Ding,Ralph Chang was just a small boy in China, an engineer,much less an imagineer like his self-made-millionaire IT's AN American story:Before he was a thinker,or a doer,or OVER HIS EARS WITH HIS HANDS ABOY