Beautiful, aren't they? We call them Porcelain flowers.
I inherited this plant from my mom. It is at least 30 years old, if not more. It hardly gets any water, and it has sunshine from morning to night. Mom cuddled it and looked after it and did everything she could think of to make it flower, but it never happened. I basically ignore it, and it repays me by giving me at least four or five flowers every third month or so.
Nice, right? Problem is - I am allergic to the smell! The smell of sweetness is overwhelming, it even wakes me up in the middle of the night! I have to just nip the flowers off before they spring out. Sometimes it flowers without me knowing, and I only realise it because of the smell.
So this is the only way I can appreciate my flowers. In a picture.