Freedom on the Freeway

As I was driving along the edens, I saw a house sporting two flags along the highway. One is American and one is Mexican. Each were at equal heights on two sides of an apartment. They look very tattered, as the ends are a dull brown color and the ends are split. They were flapping ferociously in the breeze, only supported by flimsy plastic poles.
I was stuck in traffic and couldn't help but notice these flags. It wasn't remarkable to me that both of these flags were flying side by side, but for some reason, I really liked the fact they were. The inhabitants in the house are most likely immigrants, and it seemed to me that since they were flying at the same heights and were tattered equally, these inhabitants are proud of being a member of both countries. It really spoke to me because of issues that some people in the US have with immigrants, within a country created by immigrants. In this case, I think that someone who is from Mexico can be an equally patriotic American (or a real American in that case), in comparison to someone who has had an American "history" here, and whose family has lived here for decades/centuries.